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— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

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I try to write it as soon as I get the ideas. My notes app is filled with stuff because I don't want to lose it. If I can, I'll try to write as much of the scene/chapter as possible because I'm fueled by it. If not, I at least try to write the general idea/vibes. Then I proceed to daydream a lot lol.

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I mostly share with @abruisedmuse lol. She gets my ideas first hand but other than that, I usually keep it to myself.

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

My obsession has been SJM so all my wips are for her characters. I have a lot of Elucien, Satharion, and Eiris. I have a Feysand wip as well as a Gwynriel wip. In total, about 18 HAHA.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Sighing quietly, he glanced down at his station and began pulling different flowers at random, thinking about Nesta’s words.

It wasn’t that Azriel didn’t want to ask Gwyn out but…this wouldn’t be his first time attempting to be more than friends with someone close to him. He had almost lost Mor’s friendship in the process and even though they had both moved on, sometimes it was still awkward. He couldn’t let it happen again.

Gwyn…Gwyn was different. She was pure sunshine in a way he’d never seen in anyone before. She was funny, smart, scrappy, and though he knew she had a past that haunted her sometimes, Azriel had watched her slowly learn to not let it hold her back as she found herself again.

And gods, he’d do anything to keep that gorgeous smile on her face.

But what if it ruined the easiness of their friendship? What if he came on too strong? What if he ended up making her feel —

“That bouquet is about as sad as watching you try to do pilates, Az.”

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

I think I write banter and emotions pretty well. I love writing dialogue and do feel like each couple I write has their own flavor in their banter.

31. Do you use a beta reader/editor?

Yup. My girl @abruisedmuse always gets VIP first access to my writing and provides me with her feedback. I appreciate her eyeballs and big brain :)

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

I've only ever paid attention to this when writing SMTB. With each chapter, I aim for at least 20-22 pages. With the individual one-shots, I don't really pay attention so I end it whenever it feels right. It's been usually around 4-5K words depending on the piece.

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Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Genre/Au- Smut

Word Count- 5k

Includes- Longing, confessing feelings, oral, pussy eating, deep throat, blow job, cum eating, sex, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3

3 months later

"Yunnie hi", Joanne smiles, coming right over to me

My breath catches in my throat seeing her. The last time I saw her was when we...

We've been so busy with the new album and come back, I didn't have time to hang out with her. I barely had time to text her. She changed her hair color. Dark and light blue mixed together.

She looks so pretty in the jeans, boot and the black plaid button down shirt. She left the top buttons open, her cleavage showing. And I realized I never saw her boobs or touched them. She always kept her shirt on

"Hi Jo", I answer, as she hugs me

I wrap my arms around her, images of her holding on to me while we were having sex bombard my mind. Her saying my name when she came. Her looking down at me and smiling while she rode me

"Yunnie", she giggles, "You can let go now"

Right, shit. I let go, hating her moving away from me

"Wow Yunnie, that outfit looks great on you. So sexy", laughs

"Oh uh thanks", I answer blushing and feeling good

"All black always looks good"

She flicks the chains on the shoulder of the shirt, "Sparkly."

I just smile

"Love the music video too. You look good dancing with wet hair. Reminds me when I tripped you and you took a nose dive into the pool", she teases

Yeah I remember that. She was such a little shit when we were younger

"Hi Jo", Hyejin greets

"Hi", she smiles, hugging her too

"Who did you bring?", Hyejin asks, her eyebrows raising

Bring? What? She brought someone? Who?

"Oh yeah", she answers turning around and waving at a guy to come closer. A guy. And he's really good looking

"This is Jae. My co-worker. He loves ATEEZ and I asked Hongjoong if I could bring him with me"

And he said yes apparently. I try not to glower at the guy but I don't think it's working

"Jae, this is my best friend Yunho. Yunnie, Jae"

I shake his hand forcing myself not to crush it, "Hi"

"Hi. I'm a huge fan", he smiles

I force a smile, "Thanks. It's always great to meet an ATINY"

Jae turns to Joanne after the handshake, "This is Hyejin, Yunnie's girlfriend. Hyejin this is Jae"

"Hi Jae. So nice of you to come with Jo", Hyejin smirks

"Of course. After I told her I'm a huge fan of ATEEZ and she said her best friend is Yunho, I jumped at the chance to come and actually meet him and the other members"

"Speaking of, you still have to meet Sannie, Sangie and Woo", Joanne comments. He nods.

"Ok let's go. See you guys later. We're gonna be right in the front so look for us", she informs, waving as they turn and walk towards the guys. I clench my jaw, watching them

"You ok sweetie?", Hyejin asks me

"Yeah fine", I lie

I'm not ok. I'm angry that he's here with her. But I have no reason to be angry. She's free to hang out with whoever she wants. I don't know why it bothers me though. It shouldn't

I feel a hand slide in mine, making me look at Hyejin. "You sure?", she asks

I nod, "Yup". I feel bad lying to her but I don't know what else to say?That I'm upset for no reason? I can't tell her that

"Ok well c'mon, I have to do your makeup ok?"

I nod, following her to a chair

----------------------------------------------------

I watch Joanne and Jae through the mirror, scowling. They're sitting on chairs, talking to Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung

Joanne giggles, touching Hongjoong's hair and saying something. Anger runs in my veins. Why is she touching Hongjoong? Has she always done that? Why do I care?

Then I look at Jae and I get furious. He's looking at her and Hongjoong talking, jealousy on his face. He's jealous. That means he likes her, he wants her and it pisses me off

"Yunho!", Hyejin scolds

"Huh?", I say looking at Hyejin

"Close your eyes"

Oh yeah right. Closing my eyes, Hyejin says,

"You're acting so weird today"

I know I am. Every since Joanne came I've been acting weird

"Just nervous", I answer

"Well don't be. You guys practiced so much for this comeback. You'll do amazing like always"

"Thanks"

As she does my makeup, my mind goes back to Joanne. I've been thinking about her a lot lately. She's always in my head. I took her advice and talked to Hyejin about sex. She agreed to try and everything happened just like Joanne said

Hyejin got used to all of me, so I can bottom out now when we're fucking without it hurting her. And I found her spot, getting it easier. It hurt her at first but after a few thrusts it started to feel good. And I make her cum. Multiple times. She's told me she's never has such pleasurable orgasms as she does with me

At first it made me happy. We still use condoms but I can still feel her coming on me. It's not as pleasurable as when I was with Joanne. Lately it's taking me longer and longer to cum

And memories of being with Joanne keep invading my head. All the time. While I'm fucking Hyejin, while I'm alone, while I'm trying to practice or work. I find that thinking about Joanne while I'm with Hyejin makes me cum almost immediately and I feel guilty

I shouldn't be thinking about another girl while I'm with my girlfriend. But the thoughts, they just come. I try to push them away but I can't. And I realizes with horror that sex with Joanne is so much better than with Hyejin. That she tastes so much better than Hyejin does

No time with Hyejin compares to the one time I was with my best friend

Even with making Hyejin cum, it's not as good. I don't know why I'm feeling like this and it's driving me crazy

"Ok Yunnie, open"

I open my eyes, to the sight of Jae kissing Joanne's cheek, the guys no where to be found. Jealousy fills my blood and I glare at the mirror. Why the fuck is he kissing her and why is she blushing? Mother fuck

"Yunho!", Hyejin yells

"What?", I snap

Hyejin's eyes widen and I feel like such an ass

"Sorry. I'm sorry", I apologize

"Yeah uh, you're done. You just need your hair to be fixed ok?"

I nod, "Ok"

She nods too, turning from me

"Hyejin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you"

"It's ok Yunnie. I know you're stressed ok. Don't worry about it", she says, not turning around

I sigh, standing up and kissing the top of her hair. I'm fucking up all over today. I need to relax and just get through this performance. And keep Joanne out of my head

----------------------------------------------------

I walk off the stage exhausted, sweating and pissed off. I saw Joanne during the performance. She was right at the edge of the stage, smiling and cheering

With Jae next to her

I decide I need to talk to her, to find out if she's dating Jae, so I can get over this jealousy I'm feeling. That I shouldn't be feeling

Hyejin is off the side, coming to me immediately with water. "You did so good Yunnie", she praises as I down the whole bottle of water

"Thanks", I answer, looking around for Joanne

She should of come backstage by now. She was right in the front with security. Security knows her and should of brought her and her.....friend....back here

"Where's Jo?", I ask, looking around

"She's not here", Hyejin answers

I snap my gaze to hers, "What? Why?"

"Weren't you listening? She said that right after the show she has to drop off Jae because he has to work early tomorrow. He couldn't take off tomorrow like she did"

I take this all in. She left. With Jae. I don't even know what I'm feeling right this second

Utter sadness?

Extreme jealousy?

Hurt?

Blazing rage?

I just know the thought of them....together...... is breaking me

"Yunnie, can I talk to you for a second?", Hyejin asks

"Uh yeah. Sure", I answer

I follow her to a more quiet section of the dressing room. "Yeah?", I ask

"Yunnie ..I'm...I think we need to break up"

That wakes me up, "What? Why?"

She didn't give me any indication that she was unhappy or that something was wrong

"Because Yunnie, you love her"

Huh? Her? Who's her?

"Who?", I ask, totally confused

"Joanne", she answers

"What no", I say shaking my head

I don't....no.....it's just jealousy that's all. Right?. That's all it is. I can't... love her. How can I love her without knowing? I can't...right?

"Yunho you looked completely devastated when you saw she brought another guy here. And I saw you watching her in the mirror, clenching your jaw when she even touched Hongjoong. You were never like that before."

Fuck she saw that? I wasn't paying attention, so consumed in my feelings. I didn't take in consideration Hyejin might notice and how it might make her feel. I'm such an ass

"I also saw when Jae kissed her. You looked like you were going to tear him apart. You wouldn't react like that if you didn't love her"

Yeah I love her but as my best friend. How I always loved her. I can't be in love with her...

"Hyejin I-"

"Stop Yunho. Just stop for a second. I know you probably don't even realize how you feel for her. But just stop and think about it for a second"

Fine. I think about her and pay attention to how I feel. I think about her smile, her eyes, her laugh, how I feel when I'm around her. How hanging out with her is the easy and so much fun. How sweet, kind and caring she is. How she makes me laugh

Then I think about the look on her face when she held me to her, the way her hand felt in mine, the way she touched my face. The way I felt like I was right where I was suppose to be when we were together

Oh shit

I...I love her

"See? You love her. More than a friend", Hyejin says

"I...when....I ....I'm sorry", I apologize. God I'm such an asshole. I didn't mean to hurt Hyejin. Everything I did was for her, to be the perfect boyfriend for her. And instead I fall for my best friend

"Don't be. You can't help who you love. And I kinda knew this would happen"

She knew? How? How when I didn't know?

"What?"

"I just saw how close you two were when we first started dating. I remember thinking why didn't you two just date? With her feelings for you, I thought you'd guys be perfect together"

With her what? Her what?

"What feelings?", I ask, surprised

"You really didn't see it?", Hyejin asks, shocked

"See what?", I press

What didn't I see that she saw?

"That she's so in love with you"

WHAT? No. It's not possible. We always were just friends

"You really had no clue?", Hyejin asks. I shake my head. No I didn't

"Look I don't know when it happened but you fell in love with her too. You should be with her. She really is you're perfect match in every way"

Why is she saying this? Shouldn't she be angry? Upset? Pissed off?

"You....you're not mad?"

She sighs, "No, not really. I can't fight this. And we haven't been together that long either. I like you, hell even love you as a friend but we're not in love. And you love someone else. I can't stay with you"

"I'm sorry", I apologize

I feel so bad for hurting her. It's not what I wanted. When I first got with her, I thought this would last for awhile. I didn't forsee myself falling in love with my best friend

"It's ok. We can still be friends". I nod, hoping that's true. "So go to her. You don't want to lose her to that dumbass Jae"

"You didn't like him either?"

She snorts, "No. The way he desperately looked at her all the time? The way he just kissed her cheek and made her uncomfortable? The way he glares at Hongjoong? Pathetic. If she dates him, I'm going to kick her ass"

I laugh, agreeing with her one hundred percent

"But seriously. Go. Who knows what move he's trying on her."

Just think about that angers me

"Thanks Hyejin"

"Sure Yunnie. See you tomorrow"

I nod, say bye to her and hurry to a car, texting Hongjoong that I'm leaving

----------------------------------------------------

Pressing the doorbell, I anxiously wait for her to open the door. Hoping she's here and not with Jae. I press the bell again, getting antsy. Finally the lock turns and the door opens

"Yunnie?", she questions, "What's up?"

Love for her just hits me so hard. How was I that blind that I didn't see it?

"I need to talk to you"

"Oh uh yeah sure. Come in"

She steps aside as I go in, immediately going to her living room

"What's so important that you didn't even change from your performance outfit?", she asks, sitting down. I sit closely next to her with her giving me a weird look

"Are you dating Jae?"

Her eyebrow flies up, "What?"

"You and Jae. Are you dating?"

She shakes her head, "No Yunnie. I would have told you if I'm dating anyone. I'm not. Jae is just a coworker who happens to like ATEEZ. That's all"

"He kissed you", I say trying not to get angry

"Yeah and I told him to cut it out. I told him I just want to be friends"

Nodding, I breathe, calming down

"You could of just texted me you know. You didn't have to come here."

"Yeah I did"

She looks so confused, "Yunho what's wrong? You're being really weird. You're not gonna go all crazy murdery on me or anything right?"

I shake my head, "No. But I'm going to tell you something"

"Ok...so tell"

"I love you"

"Uh ok. I love you too. That's what you wanted to say? You could of texted that too", she answers, not getting it at all

"No Joanne. I love you. In love. With you"

Shock takes over her face, "But you're with Hyejin. How can you love me?"

"I...I don't know. I don't. It killed me to watch you with Jae. I wanted to kill him. Seeing him kiss you, fuck I was ready to get up and throw him across the room. Even seeing you touch Hongjoong enraged me. I just know I love you"

She doesn't say anything, just staring at me. My heart beats faster as I wait for her to say anything. Was I wrong? Does she not feel like that for me? Shouldn't I have not said anything?

"Do...do you love me?", I ask quietly, terrified of her answer

She looks down, "Yes"

"Like I love you?"

"Yes"

Ok, she doesn't sound happy about it though

"Do you want to uh be with me?", I ask. Why is this so awkward? This isn't how I imagined telling someone I love them and asking them to be with me

"Yes but....", she trails off

But? There's a but? Why is there a but?

"Www...what's wrong?", I ask, staying calm for now

"You....you cheated on Hyejin. How do I know you're not going to do the same with me?"

She's crazy if she thinks I'll ever hurt her but I get why she's asking

"I won't-", I start

"But you probably thought that about Hyejin. You didn't think you'd cheat on her either. But you did. I..I love you so much Yunnie and you're my best friend. I can't handle it if you hurt me. I can't handle it if I lose you. I need you whether it's just as friends or more"

That will never happen and I need to make her understand, "Jo, I swear I'll never hurt you. Everything with Hyejin was a completely different situation. I made mistakes and I was dumb. And I also didn't love her. I love you." I take her hand, then gently move her face towards me.

"I love you. I will never make those mistakes with you. Just thinking about hurting you...no I can't. I swear I won't."

I can't think about it or it'll tear me apart. I'll never make her cry or hurt her. I'll do anything to make her happy

"I want you. Please, let me prove it to you. I...I....want to make you happy. I want to make you smile. I want to be around you all the time. I know everything about you, you know everything about me. You're...you're my perfect everything"

I hear her breath catch, her eyes widening

"Perfect? Me? No-", she starts

"Yes jagi you are", I assure her, "You are."

Her cheeks turn pink in an adorable blush, her eyes lowering shyly

"Please jagi be mine"

Her gaze slowly moves to mine, her hand on my neck, pulling me closer

Her perfect soft lips press against mine, igniting a fire inside me that I didn't know was there. My arms move right around her body, holding her against me

I never felt a kiss like this before, never been so happy from just a kiss. The kiss gets heated, our tongues against each other's. Her hands slide in my hair from the back, kissing me hard

I can't get enough of kissing her. All those times she was showing me what to do....I never kissed her. And I was so stupid not to. I'm going to make up for all the kisses I should have given her

She pulls away standing up and tugging on my hand. When I stand her hands immediately go to my pants and starts undoing them.bI feel them and my boxers fall to my feet and I kick them with my shoes off

I'm about to undress her when she looks up at me as she goes on her knees. Oh fuck me, she's gonna.....She licks along my length and everything leaves my mind

"You have no clue how long I wanted to suck your cock", she says, licking the underside of my head

"I...what? You..did?", I splutter

"Yeah Yunnie. And goddamn your cock is such a huge turn on"

"Shit", I murmur

I can't believe my best friend is saying this to me. That she wants me like this. Like I want her

"You didn't let me last time Yunnie, so I'm gonna make you feel so good"

I whimper, already in pleasure from her constant licking, "Ready baby?"

I nod rapidly and watch her take my cock in her mouth. God it's so wet, just like her pussy. She starts sucking and I moan loudly. Fuck, it feels so good. Her hand wraps around the rest of me and jerks me off in time to her sucking

My eyes are locked on her, watching my cock go in and out of her mouth, watching her mouth work, feeling her hard, fast sucks. I'm in so much pleasure it's insane. It's so much better than Hyejin

I'm so close when she drops her hand, grabs my hips and takes all of me in her mouth, my cock sliding in her throat. I'm completely shocked. Hyejin couldn't do this. How is she doing this? She moves back and forth, taking me in and out of her tight throat, swallowing over on me. I can't...I can't it feels so good

"Jjj...jagi I'm gonna..."

She just goes harder, pleasure increasing and I fucking snap. Burying my hand in her hair, I hold her on me, coming down her throat, moaning her name. And all the while she keeps sucking on me, making the pleasure last longer

"Mmm you taste so good Yunnie", she says after she moved off me, making my brain explode

"I...do?"

She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, nodding, "Yeah Yunnie"

Well fuck me. She doesn't know how good she tastes. I never told her. But I so will now. I help her stand up, then I drop to my knees

"Uh Yunnie?", she says confused, while I pull her pj pants and panties off. Putting her leg on my shoulder, I bury my tongue in her pussy, licking rapidly right away. My face is immediately drenched and I fucking love how messy it is

"Yunho fuck", she cries, her hand sliding in my hair, holding on.

Her other leg buckles but I wrap my arm around it, helping her stand straight. My tongue flies everywhere, in between her pretty lips, all over her clit and plunging inside her. She yells in pleasure from every move, her cries like music

And her saying my name over and over is something I will never get tired of hearing

"YUNHO fuck, YUNHO!", she cries as she cums in my mouth

My favorite taste hits me and I can't help moan while I swallow. Holding her waist, I turn, slamming her on the couch, my tongue not stopping. I need more. Moving her other leg on my shoulder too, I move my mouth on her clit and suck

"Yes Yunnie", she shouts, soaking my face in more juice

Both her hands are in my hair, pulling hard, her legs shaking. Changing from sucking her clit, I shove my tongue inside her, then lick up, sucking on her clit again. She screams loudly begging me not to stop

I don't

Keeping up with sucking on her, I move inside her every so often to make it feel better from her. Her hands get tighter in my hair, her cries louder

"I'm gonna cum! Yunnie!", She screams, "YUNHO!"

Her whole body shakes and I plunge my tongue in her cunt, making her cum all over it

"Good girl. Fuck good girl", I moan, her taste the sweetest thing I've ever eaten

Getting all of it, I stand up immediately, picking her up

"Yunnie", she giggles

"Bed baby. Gonna fuck you all night"

"Don't make promises you can't keep"

I snort, "I won't break it. You can be sure about that"

Getting to her room, I throw her on the bed, watching her bounce before landing on her back. Then I climb on top of her, kissing her wildly. She responds the same, her tongue right against mine

At the same time, I pull up her pj shirt up, wanting it off her so badly so I can finally see her body. She stops kissing me so I can get the shirt off but then her mouth is instantly against mine again

"Please baby", I say between kisses, "Let me see you"

She relunctently lets me go and I sit up, finally seeing her. And oh my fucking God she's perfect. Absolutely everything I could dream of and more

"Baby", I whisper, slowly touching her body, starting from her stomach up to her boobs that I squeeze over and over, "You're fucking beautiful"

A blush crawling on her cheeks, neck and chest, "Stop Yunnie"

"You are baby. I promise. Don't argue ok. I'm always right about these things". She bursts out laughing, the sound music

"My turn to see you Yunnie", she says, pulling up my shirt. I don't want to stop touching her but I do so she can get my shirt off

"Fucking hell Yunnie"

"Huh?", I ask, hands back on her boobs and I'm mesmerized

"You're perfect"

That registers. Perfect? I can't be. I don't have abs like Seonghwa or San. I'm fit but no hard muscles that girls like. There's no way I'm perfect

I feel her hand on my cheek, my gaze going to hers, "You are. My perfect everything Yunho."

I just smile before crashing my lips against hers. Her arms move around my body, holding me against her, her hands touching my back all over. Moving her legs around me, I tell her, "I want to be inside"

God I want to so much. I missed her

"Then go in baby", she whispers

Pushing inside her, I feel her cunt take me in, "Yes baby, fuck, open your pretty pussy for me"

"Push Yunnie. Hard baby."

Thrusting hard, I bury my cock in her in one hit. "Yes oh god", she cries, her body arching into mine. I immediately start moving, pounding in and out of her, feeling her soak my cock with each movement

"Fuck, so wet for me baby"

"Yes Yunnie. Only for you"

"That's my good girl", I groan, moving faster

She sucks me back inside her so fucking well, over and over. The pleasure is incredible. Only with her do I feel this way. Completely happy, full of pleasure

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you Yunnie", she answers, kissing me again. Her hands keep running up and down my back, her fingers leaving trails of fire all over

Thrusting into her spot she shouts loudly, "More Yunnie. More. Please baby"

I move even faster than I thought I can, smashing her spot with every hit

"Yunnie...Yunho! Oh god YUNHO", she yells, shaking under me, her fingers pressing hard against my back while she cums. I have to close my eyes from the sheer pleasure running through me

"Fuck baby", I groan, "Again baby"

I keep going, mercilessly fucking her into her bed. Her hand plunges in my sweaty hair, pulling hard

"Fuck Yunnie, you're so hot", she whimpers. What? Huh? What?

"I am?"

"Are you kidding Yunnie", she moans, holding me against her, kissing my neck, "You're so fucking sexy baby. All the time. And when you perform? Fuck. The way you fucking dance."

She watches me when I dance? She thinks....I'm sexy when I dance?

"Yeah baby?", I smirk in her neck before I kiss her

"Yes Yunnie. Fuck, that fucking move in the Deja Vu choreo where your arms are up and you do a body roll. God I wanted to jump you right on stage"

(I love this move. In my opinion it's the sexiest part of the video. I will never stop talking about it)

My god, I never thought she'd ever say these things to me. I can't believe she finds me sexy. She saw me when I was a big dumb nerd. I embarrassed myself in front of her so many times. It's hard to wrap my head around that she thinks I'm hot

"Fuck baby, if you did, I'd let you", I tell her, continuing to thrust inside, "I wouldn't be able to stop myself"

"Mmm", she moans, gripping my biceps hard, "You'd like that huh bad boy? Fucking me on the stage in front of your members. If front of your fans"

I have to admit that thinking about it turns me on. Having her scream my name for everyone to hear, have everyone watch how good I fuck her. How good I make her cum. Jesus, I had no idea public sex would turn me on

"Mmm you do like that. You just started fucking me harder", she teases, kissing my cheek

"Sssss...sorry", I get out

"Don't be sorry baby. I like your public kink."

"You do?"

"Yeah. And maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck me when we go out. Wherever you want"

Oh god. I feel myself getting harder, my hips smashing into her, fucking her cunt so deeply

"God baby, you like that huh?"

"Yes baby. I wanna fuck you anywhere, everywhere.", I moan

"You can baby."

"Fuck"

Hitting her spot hard, she yelps with every smash, clinging on to me. Her cunt pulses harder on me and she's almost there. So am I

"Baby wait for me. Please", I ask

"Yyyy...yes baby", she whimpers

I feel her unclench me length with difficulty. Her hips move up, meeting my thrusts, going hard too. The pleasure spikes and I'm done

"Baby", I groan

"Yeah?", she whispers

"Yeah baby"

We both cum at the same time screaming each other's names and holding each other hard. Her pussy squeezes me while I cum, sucking all of it into her. She pulls my head down, her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I kiss her back, pulling out and trying to move next to her

"No Yunnie", she whispers, kissing my cheek, "Just kiss me. Please baby. I just want your kisses"

Oh god. My kisses. She wants my kisses. Those words are music to my ears

I kiss her soft perfect lips, gently slipping my tongue in her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers in my hair, my hands touching her body softly. I'm completely happy

"Stay with me Yunnie. I want you here"

Is she kidding? Of course I'm gonna stay. Sleeping next to her, hugging her tightly? Definitely

"Yes jagi. Anything for you baby girl. I love you so much", I agree, kissing her lips

"I love you Yunho. More than anything"

I can't help but smile like a fucking idiot hearing her say that. It'll never get old

Leaning my forehead against hers, she looks into my eyes, her arms around my neck, fingers playing with the back of my hair. And in her eyes, I see her love for me. And it takes my breath away. She lifts her head slightly, her lips softly pressing against mine

"Can you hold me baby?", she asks softly after the kiss

I nod, "Always jagi"

Pulling her against me, I settle her in my arms, kissing her forehead. She holds onto me tightly and I run my fingers in her hair

"I love you", she says

"I love you jagi", I answer

Her eyes close, snuggling into me.

Holding her, I close my eyes so happy we're together

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Heart of Depth (4)

Member: Yeosang Genre: Action, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Fluff, a little tension. Genshin Inspired AU Word Count: ~5k Requested: Sort of yeah Content: Yeosang x MC development. More world building. Food stuff. some history, some typical genshin shenanigans. Mild Violence. Mentions of death Note: Surprise lol. I’ve been working on this fic at the same time as gut feeling hence the speedy posting, part 5 to be posted soon. Network: @ateezlovenet Tag list: @barsformars @miniyeo @jeongyunhoed @yeekies @yeotlny @frankenstein852 @shinyddeonghwa @prodbyteez @yeochikin @yeocult @harubirus

Part 3

Yeosang’s friend, Hongjoong, arrives at your shop today. He waits for you and Wooyoung patiently by the door. Well, you assume it’s Hongjoong based on his mannerisms. He didn’t seem like the men Wooyoung had to fight the night before. The two of you approach your shop carefully: the grip you have on your keys were tight, Wooyoung’s stance was low enough to not get weird glances but low enough to give him enough force to jump should it not be him.

The male notices the two of you and greets you politely. “Hello, I’m Kim Hongjoong, Kang told me about your need for assistance.” The introduction puts your guards down. You remember Yeosang’s description of the male, around Wooyoung’s height, eyes that seem inquisitive, with wavy hair that seem to frame his face. If none of these events had happened, you would’ve assumed he was a model with how he carried himself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You introduce yourself and Wooyoung, as you open the shop for the day. Not even a few minutes after, people start pouring into your shop-- some of them with obvious relief on their features. They speak of their worries of the shop having closed down or you and Wooyoung not doing alright. All of which are shut down with reassurances. As the three of you go about with the orders and other needed rituals, you teach Hongjoong the ins and outs of your shop, what to press to make certain types of coffee, how to make foamed milk and so on. “Oh and if you want to create any dishes, feel free to do so. Some of Wooyoung’s creations are on the menu as well.”

Throughout the day, the three of you try to get to know each other more, even asking Hongjoong for tidbits about who Yeosang and San really are and who he really is. He answers simply about himself, a Dendro holder, whose blood is similar to that of San’s. “So how old are you?” Wooyoung asks.

“Younger than San, older than you.” It was a simple answer but enough to give the two of you an idea of how long he has walked the earth. It also explains his oddly shaped pupils but perhaps a detailed rundown of his lineage is for another day.

Wooyoung returns to where the two of you are, just in time to get the gist of the conversation as you guide Hongjoong through making an iced macchiato. “Yeah and most of the earnings made from those dishes go to you.” He eggs the other male on with a cheeky grin on his face. Hongjoong, catching onto his antics, releases a light laugh after having made enough milk foam for the order.

“I’ll consider that.” You let Hongjoong pour the order into a plastic cup for the customer. You don’t miss the lingering gazes from the women as well. Maybe having an attractive barista could help with the sales.

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You were back running business as usual. Only since that incident, you had to start closing a little earlier than usual. You had to write on your small board that you’ll only be able to be open until 5PM every day for the next few weeks due to personal reasons. Wooyoung spends the rest of the day in the studio, though he gets creative with the journey there-- using various train lines, or even walking through different streets just to make sure he doesn’t become predictable from the Abyss. He was more worried for you though. Hongjoong as well, walks with you usually: either walking the two of you to your apartment or elsewhere, just for safety. It was part of the agreement after all.

For today the shop has to close early, at least he can be reassured that you’ll be safe with Yeosang for tonight. “Damn, you really dressed up for tonight huh?” Wooyoung muses as he leans against the counter. Hongjoong lingers around Wooyoung’s side. For the entire day, Wooyoung gave the older male a rundown of your relationship with Yeosang-- at least the parts you forgot to add, which generally was the romantic aspect.

To be fair, you did put a little more effort today hoping that Wooyoung wouldn’t notice unless you wanted to be teased. Your blouse, though it can be easily wrinkled, hangs on your body well. It’s also one of your favorites simply for how it feels cool to the touch. You were wearing slacks as well, not your usuals for comfort and practicality but today, knowing Yeosang’s preferences when it comes to dates, it was better to just dress up. “Shush.” You chide him, wrinkling your nose at his teasings. “I know he’s seen me in just shorts or joggers when I’m working but considering it’s a date…” Until now, whenever you say that you’re going on a date with him, your heart beats a little faster. “I figured I might as well... “

The mischievous glint in Wooyoung’s eyes softens just a bit as he snickers at how flustered you look. “Don’t worry about it too much, the two of you have really good dynamics. Guess you could say there’s a spark” He rests against his elbows this time. The pun doesn’t go unnoticed by Hongjoong. “Have you even seen how he looks at you? That guy’s really smitten.” There was also a hint of curiosity behind the soft gaze Yeosang carries for you. He wonders what it is, but if there’s anything being an electro user tells him, it’s patience. “Besides, your shop has garnered a bunch of loyal customers now. They don’t mind the early close especially for personal reasons. At least have fun tonight.”

You look at the clock. It won’t be long until he picks you up from the shop then. “You already know how to lock up this place right?” It won’t be long either until Wooyoung has to head to the studio.

“Of course. The keys are with me and the extra set of keys are at home.” He rolls his eyes in jest at your concern. “Do you have Regalia with you?” He returns.

Regalia’s the name of the bracelet you’ve been wearing since day one of living with Wooyoung’s family. One of the last few things you’ve kept from your family that he’s aware of. He doesn’t usually mind you not wearing it during work but with the recent events, you can only assume this is for your peace of mind. “Yup.” You raise your wrist to his view, and he sees the cool toned beads adorn and accentuate the silver charm that rests just above where your pulse is.

Your vision was peaking under your top, just by your waist, not wanting to bring too much attention to your capabilities but still wanting to stay on the safe side. Underneath the calm facade, lies the same person who’s still wary of everything since then. A figure catches his eye by the door. It’s Yeosang, this time wearing a cream blazer under a simple printed white shirt and dark gray pants and ankle boots. He always manages to make you feel a tad bit underdressed with his fashion sense. You envy Wooyoung’s nonchalance to the fashion differences, then again, Wooyoung’s been confident in his own style. That’s what got him to where he is now.

Just as you were about to ask Wooyoung a question, he beats you to it. “Yes, you look fine. Now go and have your date.” He shooes you off with a wave of his hand. You shoot him a look of mild annoyance for his ability to see through your facade. So with that done, you grab your things on top of the counter and wave him goodbye.

“Call me when something comes up okay?”

He says nothing but shoots you an okay sign, making sure you focus on the man who’s been waiting for you like a lovesick puppy by the door.

Just as you step out of the shop, you’re greeted by a warm smile from him. It’s interesting how that smile made him look younger when he’s already thousands of years older than you. It just comes with the whole Archon responsibility, you suppose. As you approach him, he hands you a bouquet of various flowers-- peeking above the flowers, you see his cheeks bloom into an endearing pink.

“Yeosang what’s this for?” You ask, the wrapped flowers in your hands has you dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if it was a double peonies but you’ve definitely seen this before somehow. You knew that this was a rarity but how he managed to acquire them at the height of their beauty at this time of the year was a feat for you. “What is this?” A white flower, not yet in full bloom, is surrounded by simple greens and hyacinths. You gaze at them for a moment, before returning your gaze to the man in front of you.

The tips of his ears shine bright pink, a stark contrast to his black-blue hair. “I thought you might appreciate another type of flower to be in your shop.” You can’t turn down this gift. Double peonies have been something you would usually see online. To know that these are real ones and they’re in your hands, it was truly an experience. “Neve Jewel.” He answers your question softly

You look at him for a moment, shocked at how he got this flower for you. “How often should I water them?” You ask as you try to look for a vase or a spare pot that you would plant them in for the time being in your shop. You’d love to bring home a sapling of this down the line.

“Every three days.” He says after clearing his throat. If he didn’t, he would’ve stuttered through the tip. The look of pure glee in your eyes made him think that getting you the flowers was a good decision, at least it was good enough to make his chest feel warm. As you look through the pots in your shop, you realize there’s no space for them: looks like you’ll have to carry them for the entirety of the date.

He offers you the crook of his arm, for you to hold onto for the rest of the date. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” You ask as you gently hold onto his arm as he offered. The night was still young and there was so much they could do and for all you know he might pull more surprises.

“Well, for starters, you have the freedom to choose what we eat tonight. I figure it’s only fair to let you choose this time as it was my choice last time.” That’s right, you remember the last restaurant being expensive and him being able to pay with ease. A small part of you wonders if he could cover your further studies or help with the studio Wooyoung also works in.

The power to choose makes you hum in thought. Truthfully the decisions were countless. “How about pizza and pasta? I know a place you might like.” A short pause. “Well, we can look at the menu and see if you like it, if not we go elsewhere.” You offer.

You hate to admit that ever since knowing Yeosang’s the Archon, you started seeing him in a slightly different light. Maybe it’s your insecurities? Wondering who else did he love before you. Was it your jealousy? Wanting to know what he knows about this world and perhaps beyond-- along with his financial security. It can’t be helped, there have been times where you gave up something you eyed for more important things. Living on your own isn’t easy but at least you work at your own pace.

“Something on your mind?” Yeosang asks softly. He doesn’t want anyone listening in on them as he starts noticing fleeting glances at either you or him. It didn’t take much for him to know that your thoughts were running again. Your hand felt loose in his arm, and your footsteps felt like they were floating. It was funny to him how you reminded him of them yet still be your own person.

“Ah?” You hummed, blinking a few times to get back to reality. “Nothing too pressing, just curiosity over how life has been for you since Day 1.” You admit. You know of their existence: of Archons that bestow these visions, of beings that are half human, half something, or even not entirely human that walk with you. To be in their presence though, is another topic entirely. “Along with the chances of meeting the likes of your kind.”

He flashes a small smile at your honesty. “I see. All of which are understandable thoughts. I suppose I can tell you a few stories over dinner.” He promises. There’s something comforting in how he carries no hint of resentment, but it leads to more curiosity of what he has buried in all these years. “If time still permits today, I’ll show you some places that hold significance to me that people nowadays do not know of.”

“You say a lot of promises, Yeosang.” You note teasingly. As you do so, you gesture to the restaurant that you had set your eyes (and stomach) on. “Check out their menu first?”

He looks at the restaurant and chuckles. “My dear, San always pesters me about this place. I don’t eat here as often as he does but trust me, I have no issues with tonight’s choice.” He would come here often for San’s favorite especially after a long night of dealing with awry beings that try to wreck havoc. It’s enough to get him through a few hours until he crashes.

His words reassure you and thus, the two of you enter the premises, finding comfort in a booth, away from any eyes that could wander. After the orders have been made, you were left alone with him once more. From your place, you could watch people walk past the restaurant on one side, while the cars zoom past on the other. Yeosang lets you look around for a moment before he starts telling you some of his stories. “So which one would you like to know about?”

He answers your questions to the best of his ability. Yes, even if people try to recreate the food from the past, it’s still not the same, not even with the same ingredients, things just naturally changes over time and he has come to accept that. His current favorite is fried chicken though, even better if it’s the half-half type. He tells you about a plot of raised land on the other side of the river. You weren’t aware of this story: how that was initially something like a mountain only for him to flatten it with the force of water after an immortal being thought they were greater than the heavens that made them. He admits that the immortal was a dear friend of his who had changed as time passed them by. A god of earthquakes, he tells you. “So with that in mind, it’s impossible to fully wipe out any archon or immortal being.” Your inquisitive and sharp mind warms his heart. Humanity’s curiosity is their greatest downfall. Yet, this is what pushes beings like him to protect you and your kind. It’s what has kept your species going.

“Yes and no. This dear friend of mine, he can’t..” he trails off as he tries to find the right word, tilting his head in thought. “His material body cannot come back but his essence lives on. It explains the tremors we feel occasionally.” Some gods are forgotten as well, buried deep in the oceans he rules in where only the darkest parts of humanity’s consciousness can only remember. Yet from time to time, occurrences happen that tell him that there are people that still remember. Fortunately, before the discussion gets any depressing, the food arrives and he takes this chance to know more about you and anything you’re curious about with these flowers that rest on your lap.

He asks you about the latest social networking apps, he has the basics of where most people are but the other apps that entertain certain niches intrigue him. Though you didn’t have all the answers, he was sure he’d leave this restaurant knowing more than before. He finds out that your passion for baking and making different types of coffee came after you saw Wooyoung struggle juggling his dance team and studies. The daily expenses of buying coffee eventually build up over time so you take matters into your own hands. Now, you’ve got a shop up and running and the rest is pretty much history. He respects you for that. The Archon also realizes that perhaps San was right with this restaurant. Another restaurant to add to his options in the days to come.

The rest of the dinner goes well, lasting for two hours before the two of you decide to leave and walk around somewhere quiet. Somewhere that the two of you could get away from the constant bustle of modern life.

The walk to the quieter side of the city was a fruitful one. The conversation between the two of you never stops as each of you try to understand each other-- especially with you trying to understand his roots along with his riches. “So, you being.. An archon.. Is that how you were able to get that apartment?” You understand that he’s not quite immortal, having the ability to die as well but he does have the ability to live longer than most. You learned that gods can die, but deaths caused by humans have resulted in violent natural happenings.

“Yes and no.” He answers with a slight tilt of his lips. “Some of the objects from the historical collection are mine but I had to pull some legal strings to make the public think it’s from someone else, and for the stockholders to continue funding the museum. Some of them have been bought and sold through me to older gods and Archons who have passed on, some archaic family clans as well and so on.” He hints towards other groups with money that have helped fund his museum and keep them safe, though through less than morally ethical means. Simply put, the museum has helped him amass a big fortune with one part going to his anonymous safety for reasons and the other parts going to other necessities of the community around him.

Something stirs in you to explain something to him. “I suppose I owe you a story as well.” You admit softly. You start to tell him about your family life, how you grew up in a family that was passionate about their jobs: your father, a historian while your mother was a fairly known ceramist who also had a passion for what your father pursued. It’s through the attempts of recreating the pottery of the past that made their names fairly well known in those days-- also making you have a keen interest and skill in the history and the arts. Your father came across certain writings, unfamiliar to the academe but familiar to those who were interested in the taboo. He and your mother got too close, from what you understood. The pursuit of making connections and knowledge cost them their life. They made sure you were safe from everything, keeping you hidden from the perpetrators.

Wooyoung’s parents were close to yours, it took forever in a child's mind before they found you, hiding in a closet with the Regalia in your small hands. Once they found you, they made sure you didn’t see the aftermath. Their urns rest in a quiet columbarium out of town. Since then, you grew up with Wooyoung’s family. It’s not the same as having your actual parents grow with you but they did their best to step into their roles for you and for Wooyoung. “It’s been years, and I’ve learned to cope with the absence so please, don’t worry about me.” You reassure him. You’ve been so accustomed, so annoyed with the looks of pity given to you by others who know this story-- which are usually by word of mouth.

He lets his eyes wander around the scenery in front of him. The way the lights bounce against the water, the quiet hum of people milling about by the water. His eyes catch sight of a small family letting their kids play about by the water. The way you talk about your family makes him wonder how you were like when you were younger. The you he knows now is different from the you Wooyoung has known since he was a child. You don’t step into the same river but water always passes where it came from. Simply put, you are still you. Heavens be damned, because he’s enamored by you.

As you tell your stories, your eyes catch a glimpse of the same family. There’s something in your chest that twists that you cast your eyes downward. The flowers were still in your arms, you didn’t want to leave it in the stale air of the car.

He sees you look down at the flowers, your fingers fiddling with the wrapping and some of the petals. “Feel free to ask questions about them, my dear.”

Giving you that green light to ask immediately had you talking. “Okay, first question, How? I thought this didn’t exist anymore?” You remember the first dinner you had with him, how he bought a painting of the said flower and told you how rare it was. So how did he manage to get an actual one?

He finds a bench, away from people that were there for perhaps the same reasons as the two of you. He pats the spot next to him for you to sit down as well to which you oblige. Once you do so, he looks up at the sky, seeing the faint shimmers of the stars above. The waters will continue to move to a near unrecognizable state yet the stars no matter how much they move, they still look the same. The man next to you tries to figure out his words, but eventually he just decides to say it plainly. “I had the same thoughts as you, about its existence. San was the one who notified me of its reemergence. He found it growing in the museum’s garden, in full bloom every night.”

You stare at the lone blooming flower in your hands, wondering if there’s more in the garden, but one question suddenly nags at you. “Why did you give it to me when you’re heavily attached to this flower?” You were flattered, you can’t deny that-- a rare flower from someone who has been fluttering your heart? That was a unique way to be courted Yet, the lapse in thought bothers you, a rare flower that he obviously holds dear to him, given to you? What made him think of this?

“They were someone dear to me as well.” He starts. His voice takes on a more sober tone, making sure you were comfortable leaning on his shoulder. “A dear immortal as well, just like San and I.” It takes a few moments of silence for you to understand the gravity of their relationship. “They were someone well loved by the people, taught them how to handle resources on an economic point of view with other regions, taught them handiwork beyond that of warfare, a lot of things that were out of my field to put it simply..” He has already accepted and forgiven himself of his shortcomings to become someone like them at that time. “Their favorite flower is this, my love.” He says, his fingers fiddle with the edge of its wrapper. “Everyone associated it with them.” Despite the harsh cold that ice gives, it was also a time for trust. When it was too cold, they’d make shelter out of ice and various twigs and fur. If it was too hot, they provided them with cool winds. It’s why the Neve Jewel glows as such, depending on the season.

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t protect them at their time of death.” His eyes stay still at the river that quietly flows past them. “Their last wish to me was to make sure the people survive the journey. Weird isn’t it? The god of water protecting the followers of Ice.” He rests his temple against yours. “Eventually after their passing, Neve Jewels ceased to exist. Until you came along.”

“Yeosang?”

“Mm?”

“What if I’m not them?”

“Yeosang, you know you need to be prepared to accept the fact they might not be your previous lover.”

It’s a question he’s considered since he met you. He admits, it wasn’t easy to consider accepting that you might not return. He remembers the concern in San’s face when he was still so hopeful.

“Of course, grief never leaves you. It always stays with you, you eventually learn how to live with it.” He tips his head in thought, acknowledging the weight of the concern.

You didn’t want to cry here: not when the date was going so well. A soft chuckle leaves your lips to loosen up the tight feeling in your chest. “Mhm, I guess so.” It’s a half hearted answer you have to admit but it was better than letting the silence cue the tears.

“But if you let me, I’ll still love you the same.”

A deep breath loosens the pulsating pain in your head from the unshed tears. “I guess life does work weirdly.” You add under your breath, leaning against his shoulder as you fiddle with the wrapping of the gifted flower.

He readjusts himself to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable. There’s something in your words that tells him, it would be better to shift the topic. “I’m a little disheartened that i never got to tour you around the museum but that’s alright, one of these days, I’ll bring you around, show you my favorite works and tell you some stories behind them.”

“I’d like that, sounds like you got a lot you’d like to share too.” You muse softly, taking in the scent of nature and him.

“I catch you lingering by the entrance sometimes.” Even though he has invited you and Wooyoung to stay in the museum’s offices with him for the sake of safety, you’d just linger by the souvenirs. You remember Wooyoung proposing the idea of having a small shop next to the souvenirs, but you shot it down. It’s not because you don’t think it’ll do well but because who else will manage the shop? Hongjoong’s a good candidate but until you’re certain he’ll stay after this mess.

With how everything is going, you wonder if he finds time to rest. “Please, you’ve got a lot on your plate. I’d rather not add to that, Yeosang.” You say with a breathy laugh of embarrassment.

“You know that I don’t mind your presence.” He’s been spending his hours with you after work for the past few months. “I wouldn’t have asked you on a date, if I did mind.” He tilts your chin gently to look at him.

His eyes, holy shit, you could drown in how they look: shades of blue with hints of green and streaks of white. The ocean resides in this man and you’d be damned if you didn’t feel yourself melt in his touch. “If it still isn’t obvious, my dear, I would like to ask you, if you are willing to be my lover?”

Something flashes at the corner of your eye, and it’s coming straight at you.

#my writings #yeosang fanfic #yeosang series #ateez series #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez au #ateez x reader #yeosang x reader #imagine this part with the previous part #too much would have happened in one chapter and i didn't want that

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theburialofstrawberries · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions!

tagged by @areyougonnabe, thank you so much I am revved up to answer these

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

17 in total (including 1 on my newly created pseud for RPF posting. sigh.)

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

98,181. God, Aine, and Richard willing, we will hit 100K this year

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Yes she contains multitudes. Yes she is of Sherlock nation first and foremost. Some of these are tiny one-shots and at least 1 is a cross-over. And british actor RPF and terror 2018 rpf is the same. So like closer to 15 fandoms

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1, 2, 3 -- all three in the The Lady Doth Protest series, MCU Spiderman, Peter / MJ. Wrote this early into the release of homecoming, that first-mover advantage kicked in

4 -- The Viktor Nikiforov Affair (TVNA), Yuri on Ice, Yuri / Viktor. still the coolest thing I've written. Sequel in the works

5 -- Know Thyself, Know Thy Enemy (KTKTE), The Old Guard, Yusuf / Nicolo. I have made a pact with god to finish this, and finish it I will.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I respond to everything! It's such a privilege to have anyone read your work at all, let alone take the time to leave thoughts on it. I do not respond to comments on WIPs (such as KTKTE) but that's more of a moral incentive thing -- I allow myself to respond to comments on the previous chapter once I've posted the next chapter

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I am a firm fucking believer in optimistic endings only. The closest would be this one, where James Fitzjames dies and meets Death from Discworld

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

THEY'RE ALL HAPPY ! Probably TVNA if we're measuring happy by "bonkers improbable" as an interpol agent does find domestic happiness with a famous criminal.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Only the one, Terror x Discworld as mentioned above

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope.

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

YUP. Very vanilla stuff though.

I am proud of the one Spiderman M-rated fic I wrote, because I wanted to show how teenaged experiences of sex are less than ideal and driven by cultural scripts which take time to unlearn etc., and a few teens wrote to me saying they felt comforted by that depiction, which was great

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My Spiderman fics got reposted to Wattpad, which I don't particularly mind. My little sister did create an account to tell the user to take it down, which is what I remember about that the most. That was very sweet of her.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

God I wish!!! I have had a few folks ask if I mind having my Johnlock / Yuri on Ice works translated to Chinese and Russian, which, again, what a fucking honour, but it hasn't happened yet. The seminal American romcom He's Just Not That Into You (2009) but it's about me and fic translators

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Again, God I wish! I would co-write with @shortcrust in a heartbeat

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

I just don't have one. I'm not loyal like that. But maybe Drarry

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

There's this one Yuri on Ice fantasy AU I started and got like 5K in where Yuri is a washerman and Viktor is a hunted prince whose wounded body drifts down river to Yuri's hut. I'll probably never finish that one but I reread it every now and then like damn. This was good actually

16) What are your writing strengths?

Humour / character voice, pretty / unusual phrases, some sense of economy for pivotal moments (though I do overwrite the mundane stuff)

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot, cranking up tension until its unbearable, putting favored characters through the wringer

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I really like how it was done in this fic, where you can hover to see the translation. I think if you know the language / certain phrases and their context, you can and should write dialogue in that language, I do think writers have an obligation to make non-English languages less 'Other'. But if you don't know the language at all / are thinking of relying on Google Translate, it's probably best not to. For my This Way Up fic I'm denoting French dialogue in English, <Like this.>

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I'm not even under oath but fine it was dramione and it was on ff.net and I was fifteen years old. Shut up

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

The Viktor Nikiforov Affair! I'm proud of it for having some level of plot and for Viktor's ESL accent. And I loved the process because my dearest friends Bruna @moriarty and Amy @garkgatiss were shepherding me to the end and co-creating it with me

Tagging @shortcrust @tovezza @teledild0nix @pianodoesterror only if you want to!

#ask game

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sicparvismorrigan · 3 years

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Long Last - Chapter 3

Friends. Foes. Lost treasure. One Samuel Drake.

The librarian is in too deep to back out now, and higher stakes means further to fall.

Uncharted/Sam Drake/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 3rd person female OC

Warnings: language, mentions of drugging

Word count: ~5k (3 Chapters) [incomplete]

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

…

…what?

Where am I?

God, why is it so loud?

Georgia slowly came to, groaning quietly. Her head was pounding. She didn’t open her eyes immediately. As her senses adjusted to her new environment, she realised she was in motion. Her ears felt strange, like they needed to pop. She was in a plane, the roar of the engines and constant low vibration familiar to her.

Why was she in a plane?

It came back to her slowly, what had happened in the airport. Georgia had the horrible realisation this wasn’t the flight she was supposed to be on. Who had captured her? What did they want from her? Where was she going?

How was she going to let Sam know she was in trouble?

Would she even see him again?

Oh my God, Mum and Dad are going to be fuming I’ve done something so stupid. Their own daughter, kidnapped. How will they even know what’s happened to me? Shit! I should have told them…

Am I going to die?

Can’t worry about that now. First things first. Open your eyes. Got to find out what’s going on.

She braced herself and opened both eyes at once. She nearly cried out when there was still darkness. What the Hell was in that syringe?

I’ve gone blind!

Okay, don’t panic, it could just be pitch black. You’re alive, in a way that’s good enough for now.

Georgia became aware that her face was very warm, though the rest of her was chilled. On top of that there was a funny smell, a musty odour.

She realised her head was covered in a cloth bag that had clearly gotten damp at some point and not been dried properly. That was why she couldn’t see. Her sensitive nose was going haywire and she tried not to gag.

Suddenly, overwhelmingly, she missed the smell of Sam’s cigarette smoke. Georgia would have given anything to have it filling up her nostrils than the stench of the smelly old fabric.

She shifted around, trying to work out if she was sitting down or not. Good news, she could move all her limbs, the bad news was she was tightly restrained, tied to the chair she was sitting in, and already she had pins and needles. She could only wriggle helplessly, the ropes had no give at all.

Well, I’m definitely in a lot of trouble here. But in one piece, for now.

A female voice spoke up, close by. Clipped English accent, Georgia couldn’t tell exactly where she was from over the noise of the plane engines. Definitely not London.

“Good evening. This is your captain speaking. We have approximately 1 hour left before we begin our descent into Moscow. The ground temperature is cold as balls, and local time is 10 minutes past I-know-you-slept-with-Samuel-Drake.”

“Huh…what?” Georgia’s voice sounded rough. Dry and scratchy after being asleep. But, she was being taken to Moscow after all?

Hang on a minute, she’s knows Sam and I-

“If you would like refreshments from the cart…well, there isn’t a cart. Sucks to be you right now. Sounds like you could use some water too.”

“Where am I?” She demanded, her voice stronger. She was almost shouting to make herself heard through the bag.

“We’re in a plane, silly! I believe we’re somewhere over Belarus, hang on, let me check-“ bang bang bang as the woman hit a metal object beside her.

The noise made Georgia jump. She heard conversation in a foreign language, it sounded like Russian.

“Yup. Belarus.” The woman confirmed.

Georgia started to struggle. “Why did you kidnap me? Who are you?!”

“Now, now, less of that. Don’t make me get another needle! You were supposed to be out for the whole journey but you turned out to be taller than we expected and it wore off pretty quickly. But you can’t give too high a dose of that stuff or you’ll never walk again.”

The woman abruptly giggled to herself as if she found the idea of Georgia paralysed hilarious.

“Oh, and just a tip, if you’re a woman travelling alone, never and I mean ever, have your hair in a ponytail. It’s very easy to grab.”

She didn’t like this woman’s sense of humour, or how she was far too cheerful and friendly while threatening to drug her for the second time.

“Are you not going to answer my questions then?”

“Oh, right! Sorry, I’m just too excited! You can call me Volkova.”

“We’re going by surnames now?”

“It’s not my real name. I just thought it was apt since we were going to Russia.” The woman started tapping her feet on the floor without rhythm. Georgia had enough of her bearings back to be annoyed by the sound. “It means wolf. I like wolves.”

She was having her doubts about engaging in conversation with this strange women. She tried to figure out whether or not to push for more answers when Volkova decided for her.

“So, Miss Chapman…Samuel Drake, eh?”

“I-uh…” I really don’t want to talk about Sam with you.

“He hasn’t called you yet, incase you were wondering.”

Oh.

“We’re in a plane…no signal…” Georgia muttered, feeling as though she’d been punched in the gut.

Volkova scoffed. “As if. We have wi-fi on board you know. What, you think we’re savages? Stop making excuses for him.”

I thought he’d be happy I was coming. Guess I was wrong.

“But I do need to get into your phone. I’m pretty relieved you woke up, now I can get your passcode.”

“Not a chance.”

“I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you. So do as I say or I’m going to start breaking fingers.”

Georgia started to sweat in fear. Fuck! She’s a bloody psychopath!

“1-5-0-8-9-4.” Without hesitation.

Volkova giggled again at her haste. “Special date?”

“My parent’s wedding.” Georgia didn’t particularly want to tell her, but she had a feeling Volkova would just know if she was lying. It wasn’t worth it.

“So sweet, such a homebody. What on Earth are you doing messing around with those delinquents, Drake and his crew?”

At that moment in time, she couldn’t come up with an answer. She didn’t even know herself anymore. Why had she gone after Sam? Now it seemed like a really stupid idea. She was way out of her depth.

Volkova didn’t take any notice of her silence, talking away to herself, undeterred. “Okay, let’s have a look through your messages…surprise, surprise, top of the list, Sam Drake. What have you been saying to him?”

Despite everything else going on, Georgia felt her face reddening inside the bag.

“Aw, you end your messages to him with a kiss? Well, he is laying on the charm thick isn’t he? So that you’ll do whatever he wants, oldest trick in the book. His book anyway.”

The drugs were probably still wearing off, but her head was swimming. She continued to sit there in silence, absorbing all of Volkova’s snide little comments as she had a good look through the contents of her phone. She didn’t want to believe any of it, but all her fears were being confirmed. She was just a number. He didn’t actually care about her.

“Have you sent him any pictures? No, nothing interesting. Just him being an idiot beside some statue. You’re awfully quiet-“

Her phone started ringing.

“Speak of the Devil. Looks like Mr. Drake finally checked his messages and wants to know if you’ve landed yet.”

Oh my God, Sam. I need to warn him.

Volkova had put him on speaker and his familiar voice filled the cabin. It was so good to hear, even though she was upset with him for taking so long to respond.

“Hey Peach! Just couldn’t get enough of me, huh? You were pretty sweet last night, I have to-“

Her captor interrupted him. “Hello Samuel.”

There was a pause. Then Sam was cursing. A woman’s voice was in the background, demanding to know what was going on. Georgia felt sick. Who was that? He’d found another woman? Already? Was that his so-called ‘associate’? Why was he still with her so late at night?

Then he was back. The warm, easy-going tone he’d used when he thought he was talking to Georgia was long gone. Now he sounded cold, dangerous.

“Shit, we wondered where you’d got to. If you’ve done anything to her-“

“Didn’t think we were this close, did you? I would have left your Peach alone, safe and sound in Venice if she wasn’t so desperate to get railed again.” Volkova said matter-of-factly. “She’s fine, by the way. A little battered and bruised. Oh no, wait. That was you, last night.”

Georgia could hear the woman on the other end of the phone arguing loudly with Sam as he tried to reply. She had a strange accent. Definitely Australian, but there was a mix of other places too.

Volkova tutted and raised her voice. “Tell Frazer to shut her enormous mouth, I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

“Did you get that Chl- alright, just so you know, she’s flipping you the bird. I’d feel bad if I didn’t tell you. So what now?”

Volkova walked around the back of Georgia and started playing with her ponytail with her gloved hands. She tried to shrink away, the touch was making her shudder but Volkova slid her hand around the front of her neck and forced her back against her stomach, tilting Georgia’s chin up, so uncomfortable.

“This one really is very pretty, Samuel, it would be a shame for anything to happen to that gorgeous face. I’m tempted to have a little fun.”

“I-…don’t you even think about it…let me talk to her-“

There was sounds of fumbling, and a lot more swearing, then the Australian woman’s voice spoke up, taking control.

“Enough of the mindfuckery. You want to bargain for the hostage, Volkova? Tell us where to meet you. We’ll be there. Bring pizza.”

Wait a minute. Pizza? It was a bit tenuous, but Frazer had used the safe word she and Sam had agreed on for their mission in Venice. Was that for her benefit? To let her know everything would be okay?

“I’ll text you the address from the lovely Miss Chapman’s phone. Don’t be late.”

“Ham and pineapple.” Frazer demanded. Oh yes, they were definitely letting Georgia know the was situation in hand. That was her pizza order. Her pulse slowed down a fraction.

“Really? Ew, that’s disgusting…wait, no! No, I make the rules here! I’m not bringing pizza. I’m bringing my hostage and you’re bringing the egg.”

“Stuffed crust.” Frazer fired a parting shot.

“Alright, that’s enough!” There was a faint beep as Volkova hung up. She sighed, and Georgia pictured her rubbing her temples. “I really cannot stand her. It’s the voice, it just grates on me…”

Georgia was reassured. Sam had sounded livid that she had been captured, and clearly wanted to get her back. All she had to do was make it through another hour of flying with this obviously unhinged woman without injury, and Sam and Frazer would come and get her. She didn’t much like being reduced to a damsel in distress, but there wasn’t a lot she could do about it.

One thing was really bothering her though, more than her own welfare. Someone was clearly not accounted for and she hadn’t heard any mention of him yet.

Where is Sully?

Is he okay?

***

Thanks for reading!

Notes regarding copyright etc yadda yadda yadda are at the end of Chapter 1, I’m not going to put them in every chapter

#my writing #my fanfiction #uncharted #sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake x female oc #sam drake x oc #uncharted fanfiction #the golden library #long last #naughty dog #chloe frazer

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lurkinghistoric · 3 years

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Tagged by @fuckyeahisawthat! It’s a long time since I’ve written fic, so it was really nice to think my way into this space again. :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 78. All under 10k, most under 5k.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?162,594.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Mad Max: Fury Road, Venom, Pacific Rim, Atomic Blonde, Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? They’re all Venom fics! I’ve written more for Fury Road, but I came quite late to that fandom - whereas with Venom I caught a small wave. Of tentacle porn. They’re Miscommunication, Glow, Flip the switch, Careful driver and Every rose has a thorn.

When I looked it up, I was surprised to notice that Guarded is my most-kudosed Fury Road fic. Surprised because it’s gen, and only shippy if you want it to be - at the time of posting, Maxiosa smut always got a better response. But I was proud of this one, about longing and touch starvation, and I’m glad it quietly found its audience.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes! An actual person has read the thing and told me they liked it! Wow!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I am All Fluff All The Time. Wracking my brains, probably Reliable, which has an argument that doesn’t have an easy resolution.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written? No. The nearest I got was the Fury Road gang watching Alien.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yup. Most of what I’ve written is smut - partly because that does get a stronger audience response, but also because I like the balance of physicality and emotion, people working out how they feel. That��s particularly because I started with Max and Furiosa from Fury Road, whose canon physical interactions are so expressive. Taking it to fic, and making it shippy, feels like a natural extension of that. With Venom, the movie’s shippy subtext is pretty much text, so nudging it over the line to tentacle porn was immediately fun.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Max and Furiosa.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I had some scribbles, but nothing substantial.

15. What are your writing strengths? I like my own prose: getting the rhythm right, getting the right word. And I like digging into the why of feelings, unpacking the vulnerabilities, finding a moment that speaks to a wider story.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Very rarely, a plot bunny will hop to my door, and we kind of look at each other in embarrassment, because we both know it’s come to the wrong address. I lean heavily to fluffiness, so there’s darkness I’ve sold short. I use writing prompts, but I’m very aware of the difference between the fics where the prompt really got into my head, and one where I wanted to write something but hadn’t internalised it, or at least hadn’t got there before the posting deadline. Writing fic is a balance between “writing for me”, and “writing for validation”, and I think “writing for me” has stronger results.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I don’t speak other languages well enough to do it..

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Mad Max: Fury Road.

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I don’t have one.

Tagging @kirkypet, @primarybufferpanel, @ecouter-bien, @thebyrchentwigges and anybody else who would like to try!

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rhubarbbaby · 4 years

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Strawberries and Art 3

Jihoon x Y/N

Genre: College AU, Fluff Word Count: 5k Summary: Like every passionate art student, you spent most of your time immersed in your drawings and paintings. The day you meet Jihoon, your everyday life suddenly gets a lot more exciting…

All chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 3

You woke up to the exaggeratedly loud chirping of a bird that seemed to be sitting right on your window sill. What was it even doing there? Rude. Rolling to your side, the first rays of sunshine fell onto your face. Not wanting to open your eyes just yet you let the warmth linger on your face. As your consciousness slowly tore itself free from the claws of the dreams, you wouldn´t be able to remember in a second, you realized you were still wearing the jeans from last night. Last night…Last night…Jihoon. Suddenly everything that happened hit you like bricks.

Did Jihoon really walk you home? Had he really held your hand? For a moment you thought you were messing up remaining pieces of your dreams with reality but then you remembered the text he had sent you before you fell asleep. Prying your eyes open you looked at your phone. The text was still there, staring back at you, still unanswered. (You also had 4 unread messages from Jo but you couldn´t care less right now)

Unknown: I just got home. Goodnight, Sweetie. Don´t forget to drink lots of water!

Sweetie. You knew you wouldn´t be getting used to that soon. When he had called you Sweetie last night you felt so taken aback because maybe for the first time in your life, you had enjoyed a guy calling you by a pet name. He had sounded so honest, in a certain way even serious, he had sounded so different from all those boys who were calling girls by all those sickly sweet things just to get into their pants, belittling them in the process. He had been so incredibly considerate. The way his voice had seemed to have gotten a tad bit deeper when saying it, the way you could practically hear him smirking, it was sheer impossible getting used to something like that.

After you had saved his contact you stared at your phone. Simply seeing his name on your screen made your heart, not jump, but it did make a distinct little hop. With a big sigh you let yourself fall back onto your mattress. What crazy ass romantic movie parallel universe have you stumbled into? Meeting a guy you were interested in, was already a rare occurrence. But meeting a guy you were interested in, who was also showing interest in you (AND CALLED YOU SWEETIE) was something that only happened once in a blue moon.

You knew you had to send him a reply. It didn´t help that you were reading his message over and over again, hearing his voice in your head. You needed to focus. Just because you didn´t have to look him in the eyes, and didn´t have to actually form words with your mouth, just because you simply had to type it, you did only spend about 5 minutes coming up with a (you hoped) funny text.

You: Hey! I fell asleep yesterday. With my clothes still on! Like I actually wore jeans to sleep. That´s like fucked up. Anyways, thank you for texting me :) I had so much fun last night.

After hitting send you instantly threw your phone onto your bed. You were scared of him answering right away. Scared but also excited but also scared. Giggling to yourself because you were aware of how dramatic you were handling the entire situation you decided to get up and start with your day. It was only eight and you made an agreement with yourself not to think about him until after breakfast because having a crush on a (extremely beautiful and funny and handsome and hot) boy who you had just met two days ago was ridiculous, or so you told yourself. Taking a shower, brushing your teeth, putting on clean clothes… your undertaking was going well, you hadn´t thought of him, at least not directly. You had thought of not thinking about him…and you counted that as a win. During breakfast you decided to check Jo´s messages.

Jo: Did you use condoms??

Jo: Did you get home safely?

Jo: Is he staying over?

Jo: Are you ok?

You couldn´t help but laugh at how excited she was about the whole situation. She probably had been annoying Hansol with it all evening. Poor man.

You: Yup I got home very safely. And no he didn´t stay over.

You: We had so much fun tho.

You: Did you get home safely?

She answered within two minutes.

Jo: Don´t you dare make this about me. I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING.

Jo: Did you kiss?

You: No we didn´t. But we held hands.

Jo: CUTE. When will you see him again?

You: I don´t know yet. I hope soon.

Jo: I hope so too. I´m already planning the marriage.

You: omg stop it…LOL

Just after you had hit send, you felt your phone vibrate with a new text. Of course it was from Jihoon. Without an ounce of hesitation you practically threw your phone next to you on the couch. You did not want to look at it. Actually, you did. But you needed to physically prepare yourself for reading what he had messaged you. You could feel your heart oh so clearly in your chest. How ridiculous it was that you reacted this way just because of a goddamn text…Calm down. You took a deep breath in and out.

Before reading his new message (and it wasn´t just one!!!! There were three of them) you reread what you had last written.

You: Hey! I fell asleep yesterday. With my clothes still on! Like I actually wore jeans to sleep. That´s like fucked up. Anyways, thank you for texting me :) I had so much fun last night.

Deep breath in. And out.

Jihoon: Hahahahaha yes Y/N, that is fucked up.

Jihoon: But I´m pretty sure you still looked cute.

Jihoon: You wanna get lunch tomorrow after class?

HOLY FUCK. This was real. You just got asked on a date by one of the most beautiful boys you had ever seen. Yes, you had already held hands yesterday, but there had been alcohol involved and people do a lot of things when they´re drunk. But all of your past overthinking just turned out to have been utterly pointless because Jihoon wanted to see you again. And he had called you cute. Your entire face was burning and your stomach seemed to do some weird gymnastic exercises.

You did not have to think long before typing your answer.

You: I´d love that :)

Jihoon: Awesome. I´ll show you my favorite place.

He actually wanted to show you his favorite place. Your heart was still beating way too fast and the blush on your face was still very visible but at the same time you felt a calming warmth spread through your stomach. You remembered you had felt so comfortable talking to him last night and for some dumb cliché romantic movie reason you felt like you had already known him for years. And now he wanted to show you his favorite place. That was a big hell of a deal. You couldn´t stop smiling.

After dumbly grinning at the ceiling for several seconds you scolded yourself. You couldn´t just be lying around all day daydreaming about a boy. Sighing you remembered that today, you had to finally start with your portrait assignment. It was already due on Wednesday. You needed it to be good. Your professor was very supportive and had been pushing you to become better. Disappointing her was the last thing you wanted to do. But you didn´t even know who you wanted to draw yet…some random celebrity was just boring…a family member maybe? But you had all drawn them before already. Burying your face in your hands you sat on your couch. After about fifteen minutes you reluctantly started sketching your mother´s face. You´ve drawn her face so many times already, it was nothing special. You weren´t satisfied with your choice at all but you couldn´t think of someone better at the moment.

When you realized it was already getting dark outside you stared down at the lines you had been working on for basically the entire day. You didn´t like it. Far back in your head you knew that other people would label your work as good, maybe even great, but you just couldn´t bring yourself to like it. The facial features you were trying to portrait just didn´t seem right to you. You only had so many good pictures of your mother and remembering every single wrinkle and mark on her face was harder than you thought. The way the lines were flowing over the paper didn´t look right, it didn´t look like you had drawn them. You were aware that every artist had days like this, but the deadline was next week and you simply didn´t have the time to start over. Also you had a date tomorrow. How the fuck were you going to survive the next days?

Before going to bed you forced yourself to lay out the clothes you wanted to wear for tomorrow. You weren´t exactly a morning person and you knew you´d panic if you had to find an outfit to wear right after waking up. An outfit Jihoon was going to see you in…

You fell asleep thinking of tomorrow, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation making your stomach feel weird.

The first thing you did, after waking up the next day, was to check your phone:

Jihoon: You still up for lunch today?

Jihoon: 1pm in front of the arts building?

You: I´ll be there!

After having typed an answer, you got dressed, grabbed all your things and left your apartment. You weren´t one of those people who got up an hour earlier to do yoga or whatever bullshit normal people do in the morning. Every day you woke up only twenty minutes before your first lecture started. Every single second of sleep counted.

While you were walking you got a message from Jo.

Jo: You up for breakfast after the second lesson? You need to tell me everything!!!!

You knew she was probably already dying from curiosity. She was too nosy for her own good. But you had mercy.

You: Sure!

You were actually looking forward to telling Jo everything. You still couldn´t believe what had happened yourself, maybe it would become more real through finally saying everything out loud. Your first two lessons you spent listening to the professor talk about Paul Cézanne and, for some reason, reciting every last unnecessary detail of his private life. You decided that the only important piece of information from this lecture was that some of Cézanne´s landscape paintings were sort of pretty.

When you finally sunk down in the chair opposite of Jo´s you were already grinning. You simply could not wait for her reaction to everything. She immediately leaned forward while leaning on her elbows. “Start already” “Oh my god. Can´t I just relax for a second.” “NO.” You had to giggle at her urgency. “Alright, alright…”

After you had told her everything, from the long talk the two of you had had, over the way he had made you blush continuously, to when he had walked you home and had given you his phone number she just said, “That´s so unbearably cute and romantic it´s disgusting.” You couldn´t help but laugh out loud at her remark. “You two are so sickeningly romantic I wanna die. Why can´t you be as cool as me and Hansol?” she was grinning. “First of all, we´re not a couple and second of all, you two are at least as disgusting!” you were laughing. “You realize mine and Hansol´s first date was when I drank too much and he had to hold my hair while I was throwing up?” “Yeah. I know the story.”, you were still laughing. She continued anyway “And then he drove me home. And he kissed me even though I had just thrown up minutes ago. Ok, now that I think of it, maybe our first date was even more disgusting. I´ll shut up.” Both of your laughter was carried through the entire cafeteria. The other people, who were most likely just trying to have a calm morning were probably already, annoyed by the both of you but you couldn´t care less. “Also. I kinda maybe have a lunch date with him later.” “You´re kidding!!!!!” You just shook your head and smiled. “Oh my god, I´m dying this is the cutest shit. I´m sooo happy for you. Are you nervous?” “So fucking much. But I can´t wait to see him again.”

The rest of your classes passed rather quickly. Not being the biggest fan of auditory learning you were happy about it, but at the same time you couldn´t help getting more nervous every time the hand of the clock on the wall moved. Rationally you knew you were being silly. There was nothing to worry about. You were only going on a date with the most attractive guy you´ve ever seen, who is able to make you blush with just a raise of his eyebrow. There was totally nothing to worry about. Fuck.

When you classes had ended you still had fifteen minutes before you were meeting Jihoon. You were so nervous, your hands were shaking and you didn´t have the faintest clue how you would be able to form a straight sentence later. You slipped through the door into the girl´s bathroom. You washed your hands with cold water while staring at your own face in the mirror. The last time you had spoken to him, you had been drunk, there was no doubt the alcohol had helped you with your anxiety. Today you were on your own. Why did you always have to be so nervous? With one long breath and a last look in the mirror, you were actually happy with how your hair fell today; you pushed yourself away from the sink and made your way to your meeting place.

Through the glass front of the building you could see him standing next to that weird sculpture, which the seniors from last year had designed, in front of the building. He was looking at his phone. Every step you took made you even more nervous (how was that even possible?). How were you going to greet him? Hug him? Shake his hand?? NOoo, what the fuck that´d be way too formal. Why were you thinking bullshit like that? You took a deep breath, put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and opened the door. He still hadn´t seen you.

“Hey.” You called softly, loud enough for him to realize it was meant for him. “Hey you.” He looked up and if you weren´t mistaken, his eyes lit up when he saw you, a sparkle that you were sure you could watch all day. But maybe it was just the sun reflecting in his eyes (it was not). You were now standing in front of him, unsure what to do. He smiled at you; put his phone away in his back pocket and then he pulled you into a hug. Your first hug. And holy fuck, a hug shouldn´t be a big deal but it definitely felt like it. It wasn´t one of those hugs people gave because they thought it was expected of them. His hug was tight and you could actually feel his hands on your back. Jihoon´s embrace was so soft, so affectionate. You actually felt like you were stuck in one of Claude Monet´s paintings. Gentle, colorful, overwhelming, so beautiful, yet realistic and real. You smiled, thinking of that comparison. Neither one of you noticed the students leaving the building smiling at you because the hug was obviously too long for a hug to be considered normal. He felt so warm and safe, and when you wrapped your arms around him even tighter you briefly touched his hair, and goddamn it, it was so soft.

“It´s good to see you again.” He finally mumbled against your shoulder. “You too.” He pulled away and looked at you. He was grinning like a kid in a candy store, his eyes had disappeared and small wrinkles had appeared around his nose. It was absolutely precious. You had no choice but to smile back at him.

“You hungry?” he finally broke the silence. “A bit.” At that moment your stomach growled. (It must´ve been destiny) “A bit? I see…,” he laughed. Your cheeks flushed with a light tone of red. “Come on.” he took your hand, not giving you enough time to be embarrassed about the situation. “Where are we going?” you asked. “I promised I´d show you my favorite place.” He gently started pulling you away from the building while still looking at you, smiling. Your body still felt like there was electricity running through your veins and your face must have been still flushed red but it felt so right to hold his hand. You smiled back.

He took you to a little ramen restaurant, close to town. The front door seemed so inconspicuous that you had probably walked past it without noticing it in the past. As the two of you entered he was still holding your hand. He led you through the interior of the restaurant, where some people were already having lunch. You knew you already liked the place when you saw how diverse the clientele was. At one table sat two boys, approximately your age, stuffing their mouths full of Ramen, while at another table two businesswomen seemed to have a heated conversation. Jihoon dragged you past them, and only stopped when you were standing in a small backyard with a few tables of which only one of them was occupied by an elderly couple who were sharing a plate of what looked like Gyoza.

You chose the table for two that was the furthest away from the door and took a seat. On the way here, you had been overly focused on Jihoon, on how tightly he pressed your fingers, how he occasionally stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, the quick glances he threw at you, your undivided attention had been all on him but now that you were sitting here in this absolutely adorable backyard, you allowed your brain to briefly focus your attention on your surroundings. Climbing plants were growing up the wall of the house, carrying small pretty blue blossoms, the blue of the flowers looking especially pretty in front of the beige colored wall plaster. In the corner, where two walls from two different buildings met each other, the blue and beige mixed with a white from the neighboring wall and a light pink of some petals that were growing on bushes that were planted there. The colors alone went so beautifully together you just couldn´t help but stare. When you saw the little clay-figure of a frog in a suit sitting on the ground, as if he had to guard those bushes, you had to giggle.

“What is it?” Jihoon interrupted your thoughts. He was beaming at you as if you had just found the cure for cancer. You couldn´t have known it, of course, but Jihoon would´ve been able to watch you look at those flowers for hours on end. He was sure the way your eyes started to sparkle when looking at something beautiful was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

“Nothing really. It´s just, that frog there looks so adorable.” “What frog?” he turned his head to look at the figure himself and then continued “Oh that frog. That´s just Ferdinand.” As you were laughing at his remark, he smiled fondly at you, proud of himself for being the one bringing those sounds out of you. “Ferdinand? You serious?” you grinned, finally having caught your breath again. “Yep. He´s like my best buddy. We always have very interesting conversations whenever I come here.” “Ferdinand does seem like an intellectual to me, I bet your talks are always incredibly exciting.” At that Jihoon joined your laughter. His laughter reminded you of vacation, of secluded beaches, of evening sun, of a loaded ice cream cone, of not worrying. “Can I tell you something.” you already knew from the tone in his voice that he wasn´t going to say anything serious. “Always.” “I don´t even know Ferdinand. This is the first time I noticed him. We´re basically strangers. Hell, I don´t even know if his name is Ferdinand.” Your stomach already hurt from laughter while you held your hand in front of your mouth, trying not to laugh out loud again. “Jihoon, you are so silly.” “Oh, I know sweetie, I know.” he smiled knowingly, almost cocky as he leaned back into his chair and locked his arms behind the back of his head. You were still laughing but you had no choice but being You stunned over how easily he could go from being the sweetest and cutest human being to making you blush like crazy. It was simply not fair.

“So tell me, how was your day?” he came to your rescue. He was still smiling, enjoying the effect he had on you. When you started talking, it took you a few sentences to gain back your confidence and certainty in your voice. Your conversation was light and easy but not at all shallow. He listened to you attentively and even asked for details, you seriously felt like you were telling him the most exciting and fascinating stories he has ever heard. Maybe you really were living in a romantic movie now because he honestly was making you feel like you were the most important girl on earth right now. You only were interrupted by the waiter who quickly took your order. Talking to Jihoon felt so familiar while at the same time not. You did have the feeling of having known him for years, but you also felt like you didn´t know anything about this boy sitting in front of you. Both in a good way. He made you comfortable and curious. And because people who have a crush are blind to some things you wondered if he was feeling the same way about you.

When the waiter had dropped off the two plates of food in front of you, and you both had just taken your first bite, neither of you had to say anything. You even closed your eyes briefly and let out a short sigh. The food really was that good.

“It tastes like heaven, doesn´t it?” he cocked an eyebrow at you. “It really does. How have I never been here, I´ve been missing out on this for so long.” You sighed dramatically which made him grin. “Thank god you met me, huh?” Your gazes met, and although his remark had definitely contained a hint of cockiness, he now looked at you, as gently as if you were the most beautiful, most delicate thing he had ever seen in his life. Looking into his eyes, your heart skipped a beat, and even though you were flustered, you could simply not turn your eyes away. Because, yes, he was right, you were really happy you had met him. “Thank you so much for showing me this place. Seriously.” You finally said, your voice way too hushed to sound confident. “You´re very welcome, Y/N. I´m happy you´re here with me.”

You quickly fell back into a conversation about music. You absolutely loved listening to him talk about his passion. He got so excited talking about his work and when you mentioned that he finally had to show you some of his work, he even got a little shy. As fellow artist you understood the insecurity that came with showing other people personal works. Nothing was more relatable to you than the fear of not being able to convey to other people what you had tried so hard to express through your art, or the fear people wouldn´t even understand your kind of expression. But you also knew that any kind of art is always, in a way, a portrait of the artist himself. And when you were looking at Jihoon, listened to the way he talked, you already knew that his music was going to be just so goddamn beautiful.

The minutes you had spent talking to him had disappeared like the wind carries away seeds from a dandelion clock. The time had gone by so quickly, you hadn´t even realized that the two of you had been talking for over two hours. When the waiter came with your bill, you wanted to grab your wallet, because fuck gender roles but Jihoon was faster. You looked at him aghast, ready to tell him he really should´ve let you pay. The words already on your lips, Jihoon didn´t even let you start “I know, I know”, he held his hands up defensively “You wanted to pay and I´m sorry, well actually I´m not…” he laughed. “You didn´t even give me the time to look at the bill!” you were smiling now too but you still tried to keep your tone at least somewhat serious. “I´m sorry, sweetie.” He took your hand “What if I just let you pay next time?” You felt like the floor had been pulled from under your feet (and you were still sitting on your chair). He really wanted to see you again. You weren´t completely oblivious (only a bit) and you knew the date had been going well, but hearing him say those words was a totally different story. You nodded; he was still smiling at you. “Yes, I can live with that.” Your voice was a bit shaky. “Deal.” He was still holding your hand over the table, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

He shortly looked down before posing his question “Ok so the thing is, I really enjoyed this and I kinda wanna keep talking to you so, do you wanna go for a walk?” And fuck you really really really really wanted to. Like REALLY. But the thought of your portrait assignment made you hesitate. You knew you still had so much work to do, hell you probably had to redo everything you drew yesterday. “I…” you started when he cut you off. “You don´t have to, Y/N. I don´t want to pressure you into anything.” he smiled softly but you could see a tiny bit of disappointment changing his features, he must´ve noticed you were a bit hesitant to answer him.

“No! I´d really love to. I love talking to you too. But I should go home to work on an assignment. It´s due on Wednesday and I´m kinda panicking because I haven´t even really started yet.” You looked down at the table where your hands were intervened. “Oh I get it. What´s the assignment?” “Basically I just need to draw a portrait of someone but I really really want it to be good. I started drawing my mom yesterday but I don´t like it. I think I don´t have enough good photos to draw her realistically and I´m not that great at drawing from memory.” “So you basically need someone to model for you.” You laughed softly, “I guess so.” “Why don´t you draw me then?” he winked at you. You blinked. Once, twice. Had he actually winked at you?? This man was going to be the death of you. Your eyes slightly widened, a blush was creeping up your neck again “You´re kidding.” “I am. Unless…” he was grinning from ear to hear. He really was enjoying your embarrassment way too much. “Also I´d say my face is pretty.” If he wasn´t holding your hand you would´ve tried hiding your face but that wasn´t an option now. “It is.” You stammered. “Did you just call me pretty?” he smirked. That was the last straw. You couldn´t take it anymore. You pulled your hand out of his grasp and hid your blushing face. “Maybe.” “I see. But I do think your face is even prettier.” He chuckled. You looked at him, that goddamn cocky grin on his slips. He knew what he was doing. Gathering all your left confidence you replied, “I can´t draw myself though.” “That´s why you should be drawing me.” “Wait, are you actually being serious?” “I´m not not serious.” He was still grinning but you could hear the earnestness in his voice. “I don´t even know what to say…” “Just say: yes Jihoon I´d love to draw your pretty face and I´ll even make your eyes a bit bigger so you´ll be even prettier than in real life.” You momentarily forgot about your heart beating this fast and your still cherry red face. You loved his eyes and how they disappeared whenever he was smiling. “What? No! Your eyes are perfect just the way they are.” “I appreciate the compliment, sweetie.” He smiled warmly at you. “But I really think we should go now, you still have to draw my portrait today.” You giggled. “I didn´t even agree yet!” He was getting up from his chair “Oh come on,” as soon as you were standing up too he reached for your hand again, “no one would turn down an offer like this.” “Jihoon, you are so full of yourself.” you laughed heartily. He over dramatically clutched his heart with his free hand. “Ow, don´t hurt me like that Y/N when I´m just trying to trick you into spending more time with me.” His blatant honesty made you speechless. You just looked at him and if you weren´t completely mistaken a tiny bit of red was covering his cheeks now too. “Fine. I´ll draw you.” “I am disproportionately delighted to hear that.” You giggled at his choice of words while squeezing his hand a bit tighter. And then the two of you were walking to your apartment, side by side, hand in hand, wearing matching grins.

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the benefits of fake dating | p.p.

summary: although incredibly annoying, flash thompson’s arrogance was just what you and peter needed.

warnings: some cussing, flash being an idiot, and 5K WORDS I POPPED OFF SO HARD

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"Flash, I don't know how you got into this school with that pea-sized, misogynistic brain of yours, but somehow it still leads you to think that you telling me how I feel is attractive. Just fuck off, please," you sigh, shutting your locker with a bang.

"Alright, for now," the boy says, smug smirk on his face. "although I know you're just denying your undying love for me. I'll wait."

Your eyebrows furrow. "Did you not hear a single word I just said?"

"Nope," a new voice pops in and you turn to see Peter, words and expression monotonous as he stares at Flash.

"Aw, and the protector swoops in to save the day. Aren't you two a cute couple?"

"Oh-" the two of you blurt at the same time.

"We're not-"

"a couple," Peter finishes for you, roses blooming on you guys' cheeks.

"It's the only explanation for little Y/N's 'disinterest'. See you later, babe," Flash nods, walking off with a wink that only bewilders you more. You and Peter look at each other.

"Did he just call me babe?"

"Apparently," Peter shrugs.

Peter should be in theatre considering the acting he does around you. It enrages him to see such a jackass bother you constantly, and the pet names only make him even angrier. If it wouldn't ruin his hero image, he'd totally wipe Flash out during one of his patrols.

"I swear, that kid makes me question things I shouldn't have to even worry about. For example, why isn't part of the requirements for getting into this school common sense?" you ask, shaking your head.

"No clue," Peter sighs. "Sorry to cut this off, but I gotta go to-"

"Physics now, yup. See you later, shithead." you nod, shoving him the other way, laughing as he almost crashes into the cheerleaders.

You resume your way to AP Calc, letting your mind inevitably fall back into your conversation with Flash. Every freaking time Peter steps in, he immediately calls him your boyfriend. But, honestly, the thought of that didn't sound too bad.

+ + +

"MJ, you're not helping."

"All I'm saying is: you tell Flash he's your boyfriend, he leaves you alone. In addition, dating Parker doesn't seem so bad, especially to you, right?"

"MJ!" you groan, falling back onto the pillows of your bed. "It's fake dating. It's not like we'd..."

You suck in a breath.

"It's not like we'd actually date."

"Yeah," she scoffs, "tell that to the prolonged hesitation in the middle of that sentence."

Goosebumps ran across your skin at the gust of cool midnight air that rushed through your window, but you didn't bother close it. You were too comfortable.

"Whatever, MJ. I'm just saying, if Flash and the rest of the school thought we were dating, not only would that jackass leave us alone, but everyone else would. And maybe even Tony and the rest of the team."

And it was at that point that Peter, donned in his Spider Suit, landed on your fire escape. You didn't notice though, too preoccupied in your conversation with MJ to change your focus. He peeked through the window, the words "fake dating" immediately making him spin around against the brick wall, telling Karen to project your conversation to him.

"Imagine having the Avengers ship you with your partner in crime. Couldn't be me."

"MJ," you groan, "It's not like they actually think Peter and I like each other."

The boy's eyes widen.

"They just saw the opportunity and took it. We're each other's age and work well together. Seems like an easy target to me. Plus, they were probably getting tired of making fun of Nat and Bruce," you explain.

A small pain rips through Peter's heart. Even though he didn't act like it, he loved the way everyone acted like they were dating. It made him feel like it was real.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to get you to believe it, Y/N. But seriously, I don't see anything bad coming out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker," MJ states. You can practically see her shrugging smugly right now.

"Well," you say, firing up, "something bad that could come out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker-"

The poor boy outside, already looking stupid and stalker-ish, becomes even more flustered.

"- is that I could lose control of the feelings I already have, MJ. Do you realize how much that would mess up our friendship?"

Your words sting like icy-hot. On one hand, it sucks to Peter that you sound totally opposed to a relationship with him, but on the other hand, he's now 99% sure that you like him too.

He couldn't bare standing there any more. He swung home, all-consumed by his thoughts.

It would be a long night for Peter Parker.

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The bags underneath Peter's eyes were enough of an example of his insomnia last night. As if his brain didn't already love to overthink, the conversation he eavesdropped last night was enough to send him into overdrive, going over possibilities, how the two of you'd act, and just the very concept of fake dating itself.

Little did he notice, you shared the same look of under-eye bags (which you failed to cover with concealer), kept up by the same conversation.

The two of you were, obliviously, on the same page. You both thought that it was a pretty smart solution to the dilemma, but both were terrified of confrontation.

For being Avengers, the two of you sure were cowards when it came to love.

The school day passed quickly and slowly at the same time, the two of you fighting to stay awake as your history teacher rambled on and on about the Sokovia Accords. It was a Thursday, so the two of you kept your weekly plans to hangout at Peter's after school to study and just hangout. Needless to say, you two almost failed to miss your stop on the subway due to your sleep deprivation.

You enter the apartment, immediately greeted by May.

"Hi, you two," she smiles, grabbing her keys off the counter and swinging her purse over her shoulder as she talks. "I have a shift in a few minutes, so you'll be on your own, but I trust you."

"Thanks," you smile.

"Of cour-" she frowns. "Y/N, did you sleep at all last night?"

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and cringe. "What? Oh, yeah, I did, I'm just... stressed, is all."

"Okay.." she eyes you, half-playful, half-serious.

"She's fine, May," Peter nods, which eventually eases the woman.

"Okay, fine. Don't keep her here too long, Peter, you both need some rest."

You give him a look and the two of you say goodbye to her before you go to his room. You eye him closely.

"Peter!"

He jumps. "Goodness, what?"

"Why do you have bags under your eyes?" you furrow your brows.

"I should be asking you the same thing," he huffs.

His attitude catches you off guard. "I asked first," you retort.

"Okay, okay, fine. I couldn't sleep."

Well, that was slightly underwhelming. "Why not?"

"I was... thinking about stuff," Peter shrugs. "not that big a deal."

"What stuff?"

A sigh of exhaustion and desperation falls from his lips as he shuffles through his bag, not looking for anything in particular, but rather a distraction. You clear your throat and hear his breath hitch.

"Do you want to date?"

Whoa there.

...

What the fuck?

The breath catches in your throat before your voices finally regains itself, a bit louder than you meant it to be. "What?!"

"No-" he sputters, eyes wide, "Like, fake date."

By some force of nature, his correction of fake dating surprises you more than just straight-up asking you to date him. Your mind becomes invaded by thoughts; questions about how he thought of that and oh shoot did he hear me last night? You sit down on his bed.

Silence fills the room that sends Peter into a thought spiral similar to your own, just about to make him break into a nervous sweat before you pipe up.

"Did you hear me last night?"

His chocolate eyes widen.

"You heard my call with MJ, didn't you?"

"How.. how would I even do that?" he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck with the hint of a crooked smile. You give him a look and he sighs. "Okay... maybe when I was on my way home from patrol I stopped on your fire escape, and maybe when I was about to come in through the window I heard you say my name, and just maybe that made me hide and listen to the rest of your conversation. And maybe I got Karen to hack into the call so I could hear it."

You shoot up from his bed excitedly, "Gotcha!"

"Whatever," he jumps back, startled, but with a smile.

You raise an eyebrow at him and plop back down on the bed, letting your back fall against the mattress. Peter marvels at how your hair is sprawled across the mattress before he, too, lays down next to you with a thud, making you laugh.

"So, fake dating, huh?" you tease.

"You're the one who came up with the idea in the first place!" he scoffs. A huff falls from your lips and Peter looks over at you. "Do you actually wanna do this?"

You shift your head to look at him. You feel that familiar feeling of the tingling in your stomach; the butterflies fluttering, the fireworks going off. Still, you hide it. "Eh, why not?"

The two of you sit up on the bed, legs criss-crossed and your foreheads less than a foot apart. Words began to fill the air as the two of you devised an intricate plan to fool everyone- well, except for MJ. And maybe May.

You came up with a set of rules:

1. No exposing yourselves to the public (duh) 2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC (hand-holding, nick-names, kisses on the cheek) 3. Go to and from school together 4. ONLY kiss on the lips if put under pressure and make it QUICK! 5. Love letters (????)

These were all scribbled on a scrap piece of paper from your journal, donned in your messy yet legible handwriting.

The whole process of coming up with this was a bit weird for the two of you. On one hand, you were super awkward with romance; your dream relationship was one where you could make fun of each other and laugh at rom-coms. On the other hand, as much as he hated to admit it, Peter Parker was a hopeless romantic. He wanted to be able to show you off and make you smile. Hence, rule #5.

He'd seen Instagram posts with clips of To All The Boys I've Loved Before. And, although he knew that movie didn't make sense to you, he found the idea of writing you love letters every day an incredibly good tactic to get you to fall in love with him.

Because, let's be honest, a huge reason that he was doing this was in hopes that just maybe the two of you would actually date. For real.

Little did he know, you felt the exact same way.

With a sigh, you folded up the scrap paper and handed it to him, getting a puzzled look in return.

"What?" you ask. "If anything, you're the one who's gonna mess up about this."

He perks up, an offended look painted on his face. "How would I possibly do that?"

"I don't know, you'd probably accidentally let it slip that this isn't real-"

Ouch.

"- or go too far with it. I've seen the look in your eyes whenever we watch rom-coms, Petey." you raise an eyebrow.

Jeez. Not only did you hit him with the already incredibly enforced friendzone (again), but you called him out for his love of rom-coms and called him Petey, a nickname that pulled at his heartstrings every time.

Guess he'd be hearing that name a lot more now.

He scoffs and shakes his head. "Whatever."

The paper crinkles as he unfolds it, scanning over the list one more time.

2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC

Hmm.

"Y/N?"

You hum.

"How are we gonna make it seem authentic if you can't even hear the word 'babe' without making a face?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's a good question. Maybe we should... practice?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cringe. A crooked, smug grin tugs at Peter's lips and you scold him, only getting a boyish laugh in return before he pounces onto you, teasing you with lovey-dovey words and tickling you.

"PETER I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SEND A POWER BLAST RIGHT INTO YOUR CHEST RIGHT NOW!"

Your words make him freeze and he hovers above you, chocolate curls hanging over his forehead as the two of you pant, slight smiles on your lips. You raise a brow.

There go the butterflies again.

Peter's eyes light up and he plops down beside you, beginning to wrap his arms around you. You slap his wrist.

"What?" he asks accusingly.

"I should be the one asking that! What do you think you're doing?" you question, slightly bewildered.

"Jeez, Y/N, I'm trying to cuddle with you."

His blunt words practically knock the air out of your lungs, but you and your stubbornness refuse to let that happen. You relax slightly at way his eyes give you a look of "just let me do this" and you give him a small sigh and nod of approval.

Peter tries to hide his happiness and content as he turns onto his side, turning you with him. His arms wrap around your waist gently and pull your back to his stomach, lacing your fingers together.

As much as you hated to admit it, this was nice.

And it was especially nice when you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a relaxed sigh.

A few minutes pass and you lay there, eyelids getting heavier by the second.

"Pete?"

He hums.

"Are we supposed to fall asleep?"

He shifts, opening his eyes drearily. "Yeah, that's kinda the point."

"Alright, dumbass, I was just checking," you say with a smile, pausing for a moment. "Okay, my turn."

Peter furrows his brows at your words before he feels you shift in his arms, turning to face him and settling into his chest. He lets out a soft hum that makes you scrunch your face with a smile, feeling him pull you closer and entangle his legs with yours.

So, who's the one that made Peter Parker a god at cuddling?

You ignore your thoughts and eventually let sleep pull you in, relaxed by the soft breaths of the boy you were so close to- not just as best friends, but now physically.

When May got home late that night, she walked into her nephew's room to catch the sight of you two, having to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out an excited yelp.

Naturally, she left the room with at least fifty pictures of the two of you.

+ + +

Despite the deepest sleep you two had ever had, your restfulness was broken within a split second by the piercing noise of Peter's alarm. You shoot up, eyes wide, only to be dragged back down by Peter's strong grip.

"Peter!" you yell.

"What?" he muffles into your hair, pulling you closer.

No time to fall into that. No matter how hard you want to.

"It's morning!" you exclaim, finally receiving the reaction you expected.

The boy practically flies up, expression matching yours. His eyes shift over to the clock, which, although inanimate, makes him jump out of the bed and begin hunting around his room.

"May!" he yells.

You snatch your bag and begin rummaging through it for your phone when Peter's door busts open, a very tired-looking May appearing in the doorway.

"Peter, what is it?" she pants, messy hair correlating with her exasperated expression.

"You let us fall asleep!" he exclaims, running his fingers through his hair.

Which- not that you notice- somehow looks even better in the morning. You completely ignore how its normally styled chocolate curls have gone wild and how it makes him even more attractive to you.

Yup. Totally ignored.

"Oh, honey," May sighs, a tired smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, "I called Y/N's mom last night to let her know she was sleeping over. I couldn't stand to wake you two up, especially considering the position you were in."

You whirl around to look at her, cheeks bright red as she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

"May," Peter groans.

She laughs. "Not sorry!"

The door shuts and you two let out a collective sigh. You begin putting your bag together, feeling a bit out of place. The sounds of ruffling in the background makes you furrow your eyebrows.

"Pete, what are you doing?"

"Oh, uh," he turns from his dresser, shirt in hand. "I didn't think you'd want to go to school in the same stuff you wore yesterday."

Your breath hitches as he tosses you a t-shirt with a science pun on it. Classic.

You hum, smirking.

"Thanks, babe."

His expression is priceless.

"What? Might as well get practicing now," you shrug innocently.

Peter lets out a small laugh and the two of you resume with your routine, leaving the apartment with lunches from May and intertwined hands.

And, in addition, a sweatshirt from Peter that smelled just like him.

The two of you walk to school, sharing headphones and getting mildly surprised looks from the other daily commuters on the subway, surely pondering about how the quiet schoolboy from Queens was holding hands with a new mystery girl.

The looks only amplify once the two of you step onto campus.

Your hands are sweaty, fingers having been locked together for a solid twenty to thirty minutes. Still, it's easy to ignore when suddenly you're getting looks from mutual classmates whose gazes now have a weird magnetic pull to your hands. The two of you are mere inches away from your locker before MJ veers in front of you, smirking and clearly satisfied.

"Looks like the idiots finally got their heads out of their asses," she smiles.

"Michelle."

Her eyebrows raise in (impressed) surprise. You never call her Michelle.

"Fine, whatever, I know what's up," she shrugs.

Peter squeezes your hand reassuringly, a silent message of "everything's okay."

"However-"

Oh boy.

"Let's not waste time pretending you both don't want this to be real."

"MJ-" Peter blurts, pleading in his voice.

Right in time for Flash Thompson to enter the scene. Both MJ and Peter can practically hear your annoyed groan at his presence.

"I'll take that as my leave," the curly-haired girl winks before she beelines the other way.

"And that'll be my entrance," Flash smirks. "Parker, I see you've taken the whole protection thing up another notch?"

You practically feel the boy next to you puff his chest up in pride (whether it was fake or not was beyond you). "Well, as her- um- boyfriend, I'm pretty sure it would be a problem if I didn't stand up for Y/N."

You look up at him, smirk on your face. Maybe you were a little peeved at the idea of having to have a boy stand up for you, but you'd let it slide in this situation.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Flash asks, a hint of confusion written in his expression that you pick up on immediately.

"Boyfriend," you nod firmly.

God, if you and Peter were alone right now you'd totally intimidate him to get rid of his rising ego.

"Well then. If the two of you are dating, why don't you kiss her, Parker?"

Or Flash can do that for you.

You look over to see his cheeks bright red. He stutters for a second before Flash raises an eyebrow, prompting Peter to lean over and plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

There.

"On the lips, dumbass."

Nevermind.

"I... uh," Peter chokes out. He's not the only flustered one anymore.

"Oh, don't be a wuss, Parker. Just give Y/N a kiss or I'll do it," Flash smirks.

Whoa there, bud.

You squeeze Peter's hand both anxiously and reassuringly, frantically trying to silently tell him to just do it. Thankfully, he gets the message, taking a deep breath and turning to face you, fingers still loosely intertwined. You give him a slight nod and he slowly leans down, minty breath lightly fanning over your lips before a loud yell erupts in the hallway, making you two jump, as well as everyone around you.

"Eugene Thompson!"

You two, free-handed (which feels refreshing), look up to see Principal Morita speeding over to the boy in front of you.

"You're coming with me," he mutters angrily, grabbing a spluttering Flash by the wrist and dragging him down the hallway.

Grateful smiles bloom on you and Peter's faces and you laugh, resting your head on his chest.

"This isn't the end of this!" Flash shouts, pointing back at you two.

"Yeah, okay, Flash!" Peter yells back, donning a boyish grin. He speaks again, whispering, "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know," you mutter, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling as he wraps his arms around you softly. "Jeez, cuddlebug."

Peter's face burns at the nickname, but he smiles, drawing circles on your back with his thumb.

"Whatever," he murmurs. "We're definitely not bad at PDA, though."

He got that right.

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You had everyone fooled.

The news spread quick, to both the school and the Avengers team.

You and Peter became relationship experts, holding hands in the hall, giving the other occasional cheek kisses, following all the rules you two had layed out.

Essentially, you both were living out your dream relationship.

You'd both be lying if you said you weren't trying to somehow make the other fall in love in hopes that the relationship would turn into a real one. You both went the extra mile- in your own ways. You'd make sure to give him plenty of kisses on the cheek- which he'd return- and call him Petey, all while wearing his clothes and using TikTok videos to guide your way (hehe). Peter would take extra thought into every word he wrote in his love letters and made sure to keep them interesting, writing them on leftover bags, old notes, or gum wrappers.

You open your locker, alone for the first time today after spending every second possible with Peter and talking to friends about your "relationship." A small, folded piece of notebook paper flutters to the ground and your face lights up, realizing it was your first letter from Peter. You unfold the paper with a smirk on your face.

"My favorite element is Uranium because I'm in love with U.

- Peter ;)"

The air in your lungs flies out. Of course he'd use a nerdy pickup line, but god, if it didn't make your stomach flutter.

"Hey."

You spin around.

"Speak of the devil," you say, waving the paper in the air.

He lightly smiles. "Was it good?"

"Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? 'Cause you're Cu-Te," you respond, getting a confused look from Peter before he's struck with realization.

"Nice."

"I know."

It almost made you want to write notes to him, but you'd figure you'd find a better idea rather than steal his.

The two of you walked into the Avengers Headquarters, fingers intertwined (as always).

"Well, well, well," Sam says, shifting his gaze from the TV over to the two of you.

The group was split in half when you and Peter announced the "news" about your relationship. One half was immediately ecstatic, running up to you with bright smiles on their faces and asking hurriedly about details. Opposingly, the other half didn't buy it one bit. When they heard the news, they gave each other wary looks and analyzed the two of you.

"Hi, guys," Peter greets, giving your hand a slight squeeze of anticipation.

"What on Earth-"

Tony is cut off by the sound of squeals from Wanda, Bucky, and Bruce, the group eagerly running to you with the biggest smiles you'd ever seen.

"FINALLY!" Scott yells as he runs down the stairs, ice cream covering his mouth and bowl still in hand.

It was a bumpy road.

You lay on your stomach, working on a physics worksheet, nearly falling off the bed when you heard a knock at your window. You raise your head to see Spider-Man gazing in. A sigh falls from your mouth as you roll off the mattress, stumbling over to the window and sliding it open.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" you yawn, falling back onto your bed and nearly crushing all of your papers.

He pulls off his mask. "Why are you so tired?"

"Pete, it's nearly one in the morning."

"Oh," he says quietly. Late nights never got to him.

You close your eyes. "Why are you here, again?"

"Well.. I uh," he hesitates. You grumble and he continues. "I was thinking about this whole relationship thing and it's authenticity and I don't know I kinda missed you and I was thinking maybe we could cuddle just cause it might help with the chemistry and stuff you know-"

"Just get in bed, Peter."

He shuts his mouth immediately, hesitating before piling your papers and neatly placing your things on your desk. Then he looks down at himself.

"Do you by chance have any-"

"Top drawer."

He pulls open the drawer to see a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt you'd stolen from him a few weeks ago. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at the knowledge that you'd worn these and kept them. He glances at you before pressing the spider at the center of his chest, feeling the suit loosen and fall to his feet.

You open your eyes.

Of course, you and Peter had seen each other in just underwear; you'd known each other for ages. But it was different now.

Your eyes scanned over his body, just donned in a pair of plaid briefs as he dressed himself. You look away as he turns around, clothed.

The boy then walks to you, picking you up lightly and adjusting you on the bed, pulling the covers and sliding underneath them behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, easing into him and letting sleep overcome you.

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You should've seen it coming.

Sure, you did, but you never acknowledged it. Your subconscious was playing a manipulative game and you desperately wished to have a talk with it.

You were in love with Peter Parker.

It was known well within you, but you'd never fully registered it until now, here, in the middle of a training session.

Heavy breaths flew out of you as you panted, sweat dripping off of your forehead. Peter stood a few feet away from you, in fighting stance, panting and sweating just how you were. His front curls were getting soaked in sweat, hanging over his forehead as he bounced on his feet. You couldn't help but let your mind get pulled away from your session and towards the fact that he looks so incredibly hot right now.

And then you got angry.

It made you mad that you'd held these emotions in for so long. You'd loved Peter your whole life and never once thought about making a move. It was stupid.

You didn't even give him the nod you normally do, throwing a punch and just barely skimming him in the gut. His eyes widened.

"Jeez, Y/N! You know I have fast reflexes, but that doesn't mean you ignore the signal," he pants, exasperated.

Your hard gaze meets his soft one for a split second before you begin laying it on him, the hardest the two of you had ever sparred. The poor boy was trying to talk to you the whole time, letting out pleads between his pants of desperation, trying to get you to calm down.

"Wow, you two really like getting at it, don't you."

You pull back, snapping your head over at Sam, open door behind him and smirk on his face.

Peter stops. "Uh, now's not a good ti-"

"Get out, Wilson, or I'll shove my finger up your nose so hard that-"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Sam smiles, walking out and shutting the door behind him.

An exhausted huff falls from Peter's lips as he looks at you.

"Y/N," he pleads, "what's wrong?"

You shake your head, entering fighting stance again. He sighs, doing the same before you resume your session, taking a swing at him and barely missing.

"What's wrong," you huff, knocking him out from underneath and pinning him to the ground. "is that I'm in love with you, dumbass."

His eyes widen. You let out a sigh, relief and sympathy immediately washing over you. You look down at yourself, practically straddling the boy on the ground.

And then he flips you around, hands on opposite sides of your head and his breath fanning over your face. He has a soft look, mixed with exhaustion and what seems to be relief and joy. Finally.

Peter Parker smiles, tilts his head down, and lays his lips on yours.

Fake relationship my ass.

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goodness gracious that took so long to write

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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931.

5k Survey XLV

2301. Who is the hottest celebrity you can think of? >> --- 2302. Have you ever been to the following diaries(on opendiary.com)? If yes, what do you think..if no, then based on the name, does it sound interesting to you? Hicks: Shukhevych: Cinderella: Oliver: A tinfoil valentine: Burning River: joebeginswithajay: 2303. Do you ever get so nervous that you can’t even think? >> It’s happened. 2304. Do you sing when there is no music? >> Occasionally, if there’s a song stuck in my head or something. 2305. Would you rather cast a spell or say a prayer? >> I don’t see why I can’t do either, or both. The efficacy is likely to be the same, anyway.

2306. Why does the US dollar bill have a pyramid on it? >> I don’t know, nor am I Google. 2307. Who was the best political leader in history and why? >> I don’t have an opinion on this. 2308. What was the first sex toy you ever used? >> I’m not sure. It would have been a long time ago. 2309. If you hated a book, would you burn it? >> I only buy books I know I enjoy and am likely to read multiple times, and everything else I read is borrowed and/or an ebook, so. 2310. What are your feelings about pornography? >> I don’t have any feelings about it. 2311. What are your feelings about people who are against pornogrophy? >> I don’t care if people are against pornography. 2312. If you could dance with anyone in the world right now, who would it be and what song would you dance to? >> --- 2313. What is your favorite flavor of schnapps? >> Peppermint, probably. 2314. Finish this sentence your own way. There are two types of people in the world… >> --- 2315. What have you saved since elementary school? >> Nothing. 2316. Have you ever won an award? >> In school, probably. 2317. Are you more: good or evil? wise or foolish? safe or dangerous? satisfied or envious? honest or deceitful? faithful or perfidious? sane or mad? strong or weak? enigmatic or plain? aggressive or peaceful? brave or timid? humane or cruel? critical or appreciative? temperamental or calm? sad or happy? normal or unusual? 2318. How do you feel about Terri Schiavo? >> Is that the woman that was in a coma and there was some whole debate about whether to pull her plug or something... I don’t remember having an opinion about that when it was happening. 2319. Do you feel more connected to the sun or the moon? >> Sun. 2320. Do flaws make people interesting to you? >> Not necessarily. 2321. Who is your favorite historical figure? >> --- 2322. White bread or wheat bread? >> Sourdough. 2323. Would you rather never have sex again or have sex once with a walrus? >> --- 2324. Would you rather sky dive or deep sea dive? >> Skydive (also by default, since I can’t swim). 2325. What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? >> I’m not going to rank my kinky activities. 2326. What is your favorite pick-up line? >> --- 2327. Do you usually do things fast or right? >> Sometimes I do things fast to get them over with before my brain catches fire and makes it impossible for me to do it at all. 2328. What will the most common Halloween costume be this year? >> I doubt there will be many costumes at all this year. Unless people are planning on dressing up like CDC workers. 2329. What was it last year? >> *shrug* 2330. Is love a choice or something that can’t be helped? >> It’s a choice. It’s a system of behaviours that one chooses to do. I don’t know how to quantify it any other way, that “feelings” shit doesn’t fly for me. 2331. What is your preferred method of birth control? >> I take the pill. 2332. Is there someone you see everyday (or sometimes) that you would like to hug and talk to but you just don’t know them well enough? >> No. 2333. Are you or have you ever been in a band? >> No. 2334. Here are 4 statements about me. Only one of them is true. Which one is it? a. I lost my mind doing drugs. b. I’ve been arrested before. c. I have 9 cats. d. I have a children’s book published. 2335. What do you think of the smashing pumpkins? >> I like them. 2336. Would you wear a thong bathing suit in public? >> I sure the fuck would not. 2337. Hello I love you won’t you tell me your name? >> --- 2338. If you had to be surgically attached at the hip for two years to either Britney Spears, George W. Bush or an ugly creepy troublesome but nice troll, who would you pick and why? >> I stopped reading this question after the first few words. 2339. Let’s assume that there is a “meaning of life,” a reason for humans to be here on this planet. Would you give up both of your legs and one of your arms if it would mean everyone else would learn the meaning of life? >> No. 2340. If you could meet God and talk to him for 5 hours, -or- find out whether or not there is intelligent life on other planets and make contact with them, which would you pick and why? (Note: If you meet God, you will never find out if there is intelligent life on other planets, so you can’t ask God if aliens exist. Also, you would get no proof that you had talked to him or her. And finally, if God doesn’t exist then you don’t get to meet him or her!). >> Yawn. 2341. Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, or the Breakfast Club? >> I’ve never seen any of these. 2342. Before you read this question, pick a person from your life, any person. (You have to be thinking about someone before you continue!). Would you rather have the ability to watch that person for one hour per day, or would you rather have that person watch you for one hour per day? Who is it and why? (you pick the hour - they don’t know that they are being watched - it’s like there are invisible TV cameras following them around)? >> Fuck this shit. 2343. Would you rather be guaranteed to have your dream job or never be heartbroken? >> --- 2344. Have you thought about death today? >> Yup. 2345. What is your favorite breakfast? >> I eat a veggie burger for breakfast almost every day, so I guess that, by default. 2346. What is your favorite classic movie? >> I don’t have one. I like a lot of movies that were made over 50 years ago (which I’m using as a definition for “classic” just to keep things simple). 2347. Gold or silver eyeshadow? >> Gold. 2348. Are you the life of the party? >> No. 2349. Do you wish you were? >> Nope. 2350. Sdrawkcab daer uoy nac? >> Yeah.

#surveys #survey #5000 question survey

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k--havok · 4 years

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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 8

If wondering where Day 7 went, well I didn’t write a log for Day 7 since I didn’t write AT ALL! Yup! Yesterday was... an absolute mess of a day, and I simply never got around to really writing a single word.

A lot of times, with NaNo, missing a day is incredibly disheartening. You lose your streak, you can lose chances to get badges (I was going to get my “write 7 days in a row” badge!) and the site doesn’t exactly reward this, and in a way it actively punishes to a degree.

It’s one of the reasons why I don’t think NaNo works for everyone. I remember when I first did NaNo and I missed not just 1 day, but 3 days, I stopped writing entirely. I thought “well, I’m already like 5k short and there is no way I can make up that missing word count and the daily 1,667, so what is even the point?” and rather than just writing what I can, making it at least to the 30k mark for November, I just. Gave up.

To be fair, I also decided to scrap that novel entirely... it just was not turning out... but that is also besides the point. I felt so defeated, like I already failed, that there was no point in writing more, and that should not be the case.

Missing a day, a couple of days, or even a week of writing is not the end of the world. It doesn’t make you a fake writer, it doesn’t make what you’re writing mean any less. Not everyone has the time to write 50k words in November. I know I sure don’t! November is the time for school, projects, and exams for me on top of working (when not in quarantine....) so for me to write 50k is just... ridiculous.

I recall last November, last minute I decided to join NaNoWriMo. I wrote about 5k words until the month caught up to me as I got way too busy with everything else going on.

I also decided (again) to change my whole story. Again. But this time for the better! And this time, I didn’t find myself nearly so defeated. Even 5k/50k is something.

So, I missed yesterday. I didn’t write my 1,000 words. But this time, I didn’t let it defeat me like I let it defeat me the first year I did NaNo. I didn’t get upset. Sure, it was a bummer. But that’s it.

I could always do more later. And that’s exactly what I did today!

Today, I woke up, did some reading, and got right to writing! I find a lot of times, reading helps put me in the mood to write, so I decided to kick myself into gear and do just that!

Although I don’t want to dwell too much on if what I am writing is “good” or not, I did put words to document, and I did write out some new ideas and concepts for the story, as well as a lot more dialogue, which is what I really like writing, and is always super fun. Dialogue and setting/description are my favorite things to write, so focusing on those (or even one at a time!) really helps ground me and gets the juices flowing.

And yes, I will admit I wrote a lot the day before yesterday, so I wasn’t too far behind on my goal really, but I still met it and more, which is really making me happy!

Chapter 4 was getting REALLY long, which I found was harming the pace of the emotional beats I was trying to go for. Even now, I’m thinking about switching two scenes around for them to make better sense and flow into one another more naturally. But that’s for Future Me to deal with. For now, I cut Chapter 4 in half to make Chapter 5, which is a transition that will DEF need to be smoothed out in the future, but that’s small potatoes, if you ask me. I think finished Chapter 5 and have Chapter 6 prepped to write!

Since the last several chapters have been happening in one “room” or “setting” to say the least and have been a bit of “talking head syndrome” I think I’m gonna brainstorm a more interesting setting for them to go to and start Chapter 6 out strong with some description!

Brainstorming is one of the best parts of writing, as well as being able to come up with things on the fly I may be a plotter, but when it comes to the actual physical writing, I like to just let my creativity off its leash and go wild.

Word Count: 1244/1000

Total Word Count: 8,205/30,000

#writeblr #writing #Camp NaNoWriMo #camp nano april 2020 #writers on tumblr #writing log #camp nano log #camp nano update #original fiction #long post

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The whole stupid "Carole and Tuesday VS Yuri On Ice" thing (I'm kind of angry and it's long but if you have like 10 minutes you're welcome to read)

Hey, so I've seen a bunch of people throwing shade lately because "Carole and Tuesday doesn't have as much popularity as Yuri On Ice did and it just shows what kinda people those fans are."

People saying that just because it's not on Netflix yet it's not an excuse and then they compare it to Violet Evergarden.

Frickin' Violet Evergarden people.

Which is like, the worst example you can give. You're talking about an anime who was hyped up since back in May 2016 and released 2 years later in January 2018 not to mention that it's made by goddamn KYOTO ANIMATION. It ain't Bones my friends, yes Bones is great but Kyoani is just up there somewhere. Did you see A Silent Voice? Did you see Hibike Euphonium?? The trailer for Violet Evergarden has almost 4 million views while the trailer for Carole and Tuesday was released 3 months ago and it has like 400k views. Until now some people didn't even know that the anime is direced by Shinichiro Watanabe, the guy who worked on COWBOY BEBOP and SAMURAI CHAMPLOO.

Also it's not about "not knowing how to use kissanime", some people just want to support the official release financially and legally. Also some other people who already have Netflix accounts got excited when they heard it was coming to the site but now they learn that they have to wait 6 more months until it's fully released. You might love the anime to death and pirating it doesn't mean that you want to disrespect the creators but you sure aren't helping them now are you? I'm not trying to shame people for pirating, hell, I think that everybody on the internet has already pirated something at least once in their life. But please don't look down on people who have the money and are willing to help studios/creators financially. If they want to wait 6 months and binge watch it let them wait 6 months and leave them alone.

Also please don't get started on that whole "fetishizing" thing. I know this is gonna piss of a lot of people but here's the "hot tea" like tumblr users would say: LGBTQ people want to get accepted into a society where about 90% of it are straight people (which is completely fair and they *should* in fact get accepted) but whenever those straight people approve of a same sex ship it's fetishizing? So wait, when a straight girl ships a wlw ship "it's fine and hey girl you might be bi 😉" but if she's shipping a mlm ship it's suddenly "eew you disgusting bitch, fricking fujoshi I bet you jack off to that stuff, huh?" That's just effed up guys.

YOI got popular only after episode 7 because of the kiss, it was so incredible to the point where most people couldn't believe it, some still thought that it was maybe only a hug because it's rare having mlm and wlw relationships in an anime without the "yuri" or "yaoi" tag. It was also because for once a mlm ship wasn't shown in a bad light like having the taller guy rape the shorter guy then ending it up with "haha, omg I actually liked it haha. Now that you forced yourself on me I like you."

Or it being borderline incest like "Wow, even though he's my not-blood-related brother I have feelings for him."

Or having a huge age gap making it a borderline p*do thing like "He's a divorced adult and I'm only a high school student!! Oh gee what shall I do!!"

YOI became popular not because it was fetishized but BECAUSE it was in fact shown to be a healthy relationship by the creators themselves in a different setting than just "school/slice of life" it was a sports anime and there was no indicator of them becoming a thing. Many thought it was like Free where the guys are gonna have "gay undertones" the whole story but never actually get together. From my experience most "YOI haters" are salty people who still remember the stupid 2016 Crunchyroll awards who didn't mean a thing.

Also keep in mind that tumblr is not the whole internet and it doesn't represent everyone and everything. Even if there are surely some who really do fetishize same sex ships I don't think that most of them are YOI and/or Carole and Tuesday fans. People who really ship wlw and mlm ships are most and for all people who accept the LGBTQ community whether they're part of it or not which is already a big step onward for many. There are still some countries out there where you can get killed or sent to prison for being homosexual so when I see people supporting this type of content I get really thrilled. Not to mention that you can't really "accurately" tell who is "fetishizing" those relationships. You might look at a few reblogs and tell yourself that "Yup, this guy/girl is definitely a creep" but the truth is that you don't know. You have no idea who the person behind this reblog is, who's that person behind the screen. Maybe they're like 15/16 and they're not sure of their sexual orientation yet? Do you need to add a lesbian/gay/bi/trans,etc flag on your profile pic for you to be part of the community? No.

I'm honestly kinda tired of this "tumblr culture" where whenever you have an opinion it has to match others' opinions so you don't get hate/death threats by either kids or adults who don't have a grasp on reality and don't tell themselves that maybe "Hey, that person might actually be depressed and she/he might really kill themselves if I send them this so even if I don't agree with them I probably shouldn't."

People starting their posts with "here's the hot take/TED talk, I've been thinking about it for a while but was scared of talking about it" then it turns out that this "hot take" is 80% of the fandom's opinion and the sheeple in the comments somehow seriously think that it's controversial and are like "OMGG SPILL THE TEA SIS YASSS💖"

Or "Thank. You.👏👏 I was actually scared of saying it so I'm glad you did."

Or even "LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIS!!❤"

We're talking about a site where when you *actually* have a *real* "hot take" people will try to personally murder you and browse through your entire blog during 3 days just to find a stupid thing you said like 4 years ago to write a "call out post" on you with the meme "I'm about to end this man's whole career lol" then they be like "lol you fuckin' (insert bad thing here) supporter! I bet you're (insert mental illness/something that means "sick in the head" with a clever twist on words.)"

Then when you like a certain character or ship you have to make a 5k word explanation post where you start off by saying that you do understand that your "fav" is "problematic" and then you proceed to explain why and then you have to be a victim who was either bullied or taken advantage of in order to make people feel bad for sending you death threats and guilt tripping you so that they can forgive your different tastes and just call it a "coping mechanism" or saying that it's fine if you support that character/ship because you're mentally ill. Oh, and don't forget the apology post where you explain to people that just because you said something stupid when you were 14 on your blog it doesn't mean that you still think that way and that your views changed and yada yada yada.

Like?? What the actual fuck people?

Can't we just have a good time on this site for fuck's sake? Carole and Tuesday has only 5 episode right now which is not even 25% of the story since the anime is supposed to have 24 episodes. It's not available on Netflix yet and some people like binge watching series. Give it time, surely it's gonna get recognition soon and we're here to spread it too. I decided that no matter what I'm gonna have a good time watching this amazing anime and I support both CarDay and Victuri and any other healthy wlw and mlm ship, all LGBTQ people and anyone in this world who isn't a serial killer/terrorist/anything bad (obviously)

Thank you for reading the whole thing (hopefully) and if you don't agree and are about to write something really mean about me don't even bother please, you'll be talking to a brick wall and I only accept civilized conversations👌

#carole and tuesday #carole & tuesday #yuri on ice #carday #victuri #tumblr

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tacitwhisky · 5 years

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Author Interview

Tagged by the lovely @orangeflavoryawp

Name: TacitWhisky

Fandoms: ASOIAF exclusively right now. Back about ten years ago I wrote for Naruto, Bleach, Avatar, and Final Fantasy.

Where You Post: AO3 and here on Tumblr. I have an FF.net account, but I keep forgetting to update it, and the community isn’t as good there.

Most Popular One-Shot: I only have on proper one-shot (Greensight Sansa), but broadening the category to first chapters I haven’t added a second too, it’s a little more complicated. In terms of hits Fifty Shades of Snow leads the pack at 5k, but if the criteria are kudos then Southern Wolves leads at 313.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Jon of the Kingsguard, both in hits and kudos, though Tipsy in a Red Push Up Bra is a close second.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Uh, that’s impossible to pick. I love my stories in different ways and love them for different strengths. That being said, there are a few I know aren’t my favorite, so let’s work our way from bottom to top.

Fifty Shades of Snow and Southern Wolves are probably at the bottom, though I’m proud of both. The former is really just smut, and the latter not enough of a story in its own right at only one chapter. Greensight Sansa and Weed Hookup I really love and feel like stand on their own better, but are too short to really be favorites.

In the end I think it’s a threeway tie between Kingsguard, Tipsy, and Sansa Stone. Each are my favorite in different aspects, but I can’t choose between my children.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Fifty Shades of Snow. Little did I know just how into angsty kink the jonsa fandom is. I also have an upcoming Alpha Omega outline fic I’m really nervous about posting. It’s hard to out your kinks.

How You Choose Your Titles: Generally I go with something that describes the story, even if it’s a bit blunt. For example, my Sansa Stone fic I was going to title Below The Salt for awhile. While that’s a perfectly suitable title, Sansa Stone is a lot more effective at signaling to potential readers what it’s actually about.

This comes from having to manage such large lists of fics for my rec lists, and being utterly frustrated by how random most fic titles are, and how little they have to do with what they’re actually about.

Do You Outline: Yup. I didn’t use to, but starting to has been one of the things I find most helps in upping my word count.

Complete: Only 2 right now, though Tipsy is a chapter from being done.

In Progress: 4 fics, which is actually significantly less than I thought.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: Oh god, I have so many fic ideas. Limiting it to ones that are actually at least partly outlined puts us at 12 though.

Do You Accept Prompts: Kinda? If you send me a prompt there’s like a fifty-fifty chance I’ll outline it as a fic. That’s how Sansa Stone started life.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Hm. That’s actually really hard to choose. Jon of Dorne, I think, though it’s not going to get written for awhile, if ever. The concept is just so interesting to me.

I’m tagging @uchihabat, @noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth, and @redbelles.

#my fic #talking about myself #tag game

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emotionalcello-makefanfics · 5 years

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WARNING : Not Beta Read. Sorry if there’s a mistake.

Click link to read on AO3. Click Keep Reading to read on tumblr~~

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Chapter 5

Word Count : 5k

Alfred drove him back to the hospital after his time was up. Jason thanked the old man that gave him his crutch and clothes and gave them back.

The next day, Mrs. Knope came to visit him at the hospital. She looked worried sick and wrapped Jason in a hug the second she saw him. Jason had apologized instantly, about the mess and his absence and that Jason can’t say anything about it. The old woman just gave an understanding smile and a pat on the shoulder, as if she knew. Someone must’ve brief her, and Jason hoped it’s not Batman bursting through the window to let her know.

“You saved a life Jason, and I’m proud of you for that, I knew you’re a good kid,” she said, while rubbing the top of Jason’s head.

It felt good to be complimented. He didn’t remember when someone said they’re proud of him while being pat on the head.

Jason felt awkward about his leg. Still feels like it’s there, and the days in the hospital felt dreadful. He hated the hospital and the sick and dying people in it. After 8 weeks and his stub is deemed to be fully healed, he bolts out.

When it was time to check out, Jason had thought Mrs. Knope paid for his hospital bills, but she didn’t. She just said someone else did, ‘a hero helping a hero,’ she said, and it can’t be any more obvious, but Jason just went with it and say good riddance to the cursed place.

Jason lost all of his calf, and they amputated above his knees. The doctor said it was heavily infected and in no way saving and he had lost too much blood. Something technical was said and Jason hadn’t paid much attention. What’s done is done, it’s not like he makes money with his legs. He still has his hands, he’ll work it out.

Just when he thought of getting prosthetic right away, a prosthetic leg arrived at his home right when he arrived back home to Mrs. Knope’s place. Inside is a note from Alfred, saying thank you and his signature.

There’s a manual inside the box where the leg is. It said it’s a C-leg prosthetic. There’s a rotator on where his knees supposed to be. The body of the leg is matte black, and on the top, typed in small letters spelled ‘ottoback’.

Following the instruction, Jason put it on while he still has a stump shrinker on. The socket is cozy and snugly fit on his stump. His healed stump still felt a bit raw, but he tried it on anyway. It feels okay. It feels enough. Though, it’s eerily a perfect fit. How Alfred got his measures correctly is something he’d rather not think about too much.

Mrs. Knope had wanted him to rest more, but Jason became restless. He’s been laying in bed for two months, and he’s sick of doing nothing. Mrs. Knope agreed, on a condition that he attend rehabilitation for new amputees, also paid by ‘a mysterious benefactor’ Mrs. Knope said while giggling. In defeat, Jason did, which turns out to be very helpful to take care of his stump and how to walk in his new prosthetic.

It’s different with a prosthetic leg, or no leg at all. Sometimes he still freaks out seeing his leg is not there when he could feel it there. Sometimes it hurts when there’s no injury at all. The rehabilitator told him about the phantom limb pain, and how to deal with it. It’s anything but easy, but Jason still pays not much mind to it.

Agreeing to the rehabilitation, Mrs. Knope gave Jason work just as he wanted. But only half-day and the other half is for his rehabilitation. He doesn’t work a lot going under the car, just engines stuff, while he leads the newcomer. And he always sits, barely moving.

When he’s finally settled with his new daily routine, the months that passed by felt like flipping pages with the same words. Jason experienced his monotonous days with growing numbness. Just absentmindedly going through the day.

He sleeps at 11 pm, wakes up at 8 am, cook breakfast for him and Mrs. Knope. Work until 2 PM and goes to the rehabilitation center after a shower. Then he goes back home, cooks dinner, kills some time until it’s time to sleep. So and so, on repeat.

In the span of months, Jason feels nothing. No call from Alfred who’ll tell him if Tim wakes up. No reply back from Tim, if he’s already wake up. So, Jason waits, and while he waits, nothing feels like they matter more. Not the pain, not the nightmares, not his leg, the only thing that matters is far from his reach and all he can do is wait.

One day, after going back from the rehabilitation center, he takes a walk to the center of crime alley. Buy a sloppy joe and his feet carries him to a familiar building. No one guards the place. He used to go up to the roof and eat here, with Tim.

He eats there, alone. Hoping that he feels something. Hope.

Looking down to his feet and the ground 5 stories below, and feel a gaping hole in his chest digging deeper.

“Hey.”

Jason doesn’t even need to look back to know who’s calling him. Without replying, he sits beside Jason.

“Why are you here?” Jason asked.

Superboy doesn’t reply immediately, his handsome face twisted confusedly.

“This will sound creepy...”

“I’ve seen the Joker beat the fuck out of my leg while moaning, nothing you’ll do will out creep me.”

Kon grimaced, “That’s fucked up, and I’ve seen fucked up things.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you regret it?”

Jason looks at Superboy in the face, “No, but I’m never doing that again, I got out of these streets for a reason.”

Superboy seems confused, and Jason doesn’t feel like explaining himself.

“So, I’m here because... well, sometimes I checked up on you,” Superboy says instead.

“What does that mean?”

“I listen to you, like hearing you from afar, your heartbeat, your voice,” the hero looks down and shy away the more he said.

Feeling like his privacy is invaded, Jason narrowed his eyes, “Why?”

“I don’t know, you seem miserable, and I just wanted you to be okay.”

“I’m not okay, my best friend is in a coma,” Jason says flatly.

“He’ll wake up Jason.”

“Is one of your superpowers to know that too?” Jason says curtly.

“Look, I get that you’re sad, I’m sad too, but Batman has access to all the advanced tech and best doctors the world has to offer. They might not have the best impression for you, but they love Tim. So, I know he’s in good hands, and they’ll doing everything they can to get Tim better.”

Jason balled his fist, then lets out an amused laugh, “Yeah, yeah you’re right sunshine.”

Superboy looks surprised, and then he ducks his head as if hiding his face, “Name’s Kon by the way, short for Connor Kent. Just Kon is cool.”

Jason scoffed, “Do supers gave out their names this easily?”

“I figured you’ll know sooner or later anyway.”

“Guess so, Jason, but I bet you already knew.”

“I did, not from kind mouths though.”

“They still bad mouthing me there?” there as in Wayne Manor.

“More like thinking of what should be done about you.”

“Heh, creepy. What’s taking them so long then?”

“Alfred, me, and Oracle apparently. We want to leave you be, but most of them want you to get a trial.”

Jason cocked an eyebrow, “For?”

“Killing the Joker,” Kon admits, he looks ashamed. There’s a pregnant pause between them, and then Jason’s laugh breaks the silence.

“That’s classic Batman!”

“You’re not angry?” Kon asked, dumbfounded.

“More like pissed, but they can’t do anything to me. They wanna do what? Kill me? Lock me up? Let me guess, they’re afraid I’ll blabber about their identity.”

“Yup.”

“They decided whether or not to bring me down and not what to do if I fight back?” Jason amusedly laughs, “They think they can win, they think I won’t fight back, dirty.”

Kon chuckled, “Some balls you got there.”

“Takes a pair to grow up on these streets.”

“Yeah... I never liked this city.”

“Way different from Metropolis?”

“Like black and white.”

With a huff of breath, Jason looks up to the reddish sky, “Why are you really here, Kon?”

The superhero didn’t reply for a while, then he takes a deep breath, “I know you love him too.”

Jason’s whole body tensed, instinctively grits his teeth and froze.

“So, I was wondering, if you’d like to see Tim? I’ll come with you, they’ll have to let you in.”

Jason game Kon an incredulous look, “Why?”

“What do you mean why? If I was not allowed to see Tim for months I would’ve gone crazy too.”

Jason glares at the super, “No! Why are you not angry? Or be awkward? Or anything? I’m in lo- like, I’m talking about your soulmate!” he barked.

“And what’s wrong with that??” Kon barks back, “Do you expect me to be jealous? Grow up!”

“Wha-” Jason stutters, perplexed. His blood boils all the way to his head and he quickly stands up, “If all you want is to rub your oh-so-perfect unbreakable soulbond on my face, then just leave me alone!”

Jason quickly straightens his prosthetic leg and walks away.

Kon quickly flies in front of him before he can get to the door, “That’s not what I meant!”

“Get away from me!” Jason pushed, but Kon didn’t move an inch. So, Jason quickly walks around him.

“Listen to me, Jason!”

“I hear enough about you!”

Before Jason can get to the stairs, a pair of arms wrap around his chest tightly and he is lifted up to the air.

“AAH! Get me the fuck down!” Jason fights, pounding Kon’s chest and struggle away from his steel grip.

Then the air gets colder, Kon doesn’t stop flying them both up. Ascending rapidly to the sky, the land under his feet grows further, and Jason shivered.

He quickly grabs Kon’s shoulder when he begins to see the whole city below.

Jason glares at Kon, grabbing his crew neck collar, “The fuck are you-”

“I’m sorry! I used to do this when I fight with Tim and gets him to listen to me. This usually calms him?”

“CALMS HIM? He can get down even if he falls from space! But if I let go then I’m dead!”

“I won’t let that happen,” Kon sighed, his arms firmly wrap around Jason’s torso, and Jason steps his good foot on top of Kon’s while his prosthetic flails around. “But I guess this works too... look.”

Jason glares at Kon, which face is suddenly too close for comfort. They’re pressed body to body in mid-air, and Jason got nowhere to go besides down.

Finally, Jason sighed defeatedly, “What do you want, Kon?”

“You love him, don’t you?”

Jason’s lips twitched, “So what if I do?”

“Well... I uh, nothing really.” Kon shakes his head, “No, that’s not what I wanted to say... I’m just, you have to tell him that!”

Jason is now bewildered, “And why the fuck should I do that?”

“Why not?” Kon, the sweet sunshine and kinda stupid Kon, the jock but airhead type Kon, asked innocently, and Jason is livid.

“I know he’s gonna reject me! Why bother to say it just get hurt, and it’ll be awkward between us! I don’t want him to... to leave, or ignore me!”

“Tim won’t do that!”

“But it’ll still be awkward you insensitive a-hole! Things are hard enough seeing you all lovey-dovey with him I don’t...” Jason shuts his lips tight. His heart is beating like crazy, and it’s just so awkward to talk about shit like this, especially to Kon because... well, he’s Kon!

“I know Tim won’t leave me for you,” Kon confessed, and it angers Jason how he agrees with Kon, “But, I don’t think he’s gonna leave you for me either. He has one of those twinkly eyes whenever he talks about you”

Jason paused for a while and somehow remained eye contact with Kon, who’s now looked worried.

“Jason are you-”

“I know about the twinkly eyes, but he has them only at animes, and you of course, but mostly animes, you know?”

Kon nods, wholly agreeing.

“Tim... has issues, self-worth issues, it makes him work all the time, and it’s scary to look at.”

Now, it’s Jason that wholly agrees, “Tell me about it.”

“Even I can see that you love him earnestly,” Kon brings it up again, but this time, Jason really felt Kon is just being sincere, “So, I thought, Tim will be happy if he knows, that someone can choose to love him, not out of obligation, not just because a soul mark told them to.”

Jason blinks, “Is that what he says to you?”

“At first. It’s hard to get through to him, but eventually, I did.” Kon’s arms tighten around him, and his head drops down, almost touching Jason’s shoulder, “I love Tim, and then he says things like that... I just want him to be happy, you know? He’s too selfless at times. He’s giving too much for the city that will never give back to him.”

Kon lifts his head and gave a soft smile for Jason. His piercing blue eyes are earnest and kind that even Jason is caught off guard by the sudden fondness. Jason was right, Kon is much more handsome smiling. What a dangerous power, even Jason’s heart leaped when Kon sees him like that.

“The way he talks about you, and the way you look at him, even though you guys are not bound with a soul mark, I thought you guys will be good with each other. Now that I’ve met you, I know.”

Kon beams his smile, so bright that Jason winced a little. Jason balled his fists on Kon’s back.

“And you’re cool with that?” Jason asked.

“For Tim? Anything.”

Then, they just float in the air. Even though he knows they are practically embracing, but he’d like to not fall to death. And this isn’t so bad.

Jason feels less conscious now over Kon’s arms holding his waist tightly and his taut abs pressing against his stomach. The warmth and heartbeat felt through his jacket are growing comfortable.

Kon doesn’t seem like he minds. He kept his hands wrapped securely, and his eyes look up, while Jason’s looks down. Avoiding eye contact is the only space they get up there.

The city below is debatably pretty. Lights from far away mimicking the stars are always pretty, but the fog covers some parts of it, and some parts are questionably dark.

The light and the dark, Jason had always lived in the latter’s part. For most of his childhood, the world consists of that darkness, it was his whole life, but it felt so small from where is. Just a tiny dot among many others.

“I guess this is calming,” Jason says.

“Yeah, it can be.”

Then they float a little longer. Jason never flew before, much less being carried by someone that can fly. He can understand why Tim would find this relaxing.

Sometimes, when all you see is the dark side when all that you’ve seen is the nasty and bad part for all your life, your perception of the world gets twisted. Because that’s all you know, that’s all you’ve seen. Yet, from up here, Jason’s ‘whole world’ is just a part of something bigger, something better.

It makes Jason feels something.

Feelings like hope.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“You don’t have to do that, just so you know,” Jason reminded when Kon finally lowers him down and his feet finally touched the ground at the back of Mrs. Knope’s garage.

“I know, but please keep my number, if you change your mind about slipping you into the manor, just give me a call. Or if you just want to hang out,” Kon shrugged, “I’m down for doing anything.”

For a moment, Jason contemplates if Kon is doing this out of pity again, but one look at Kon’s face changed his mind. Kon is not doing this for Jason.

“Fine,” Jason finds himself agreeing.

Kon beams happily and spreads his arms, and Jason just complies without much protest. He’s not crushed under super strength this time, but he’s being held closely and preciously. Kon looks like he was on the verge of tears before Jason hugs him.

Kon is not doing this for Jason, he’s doing it for himself. Once again, Jason is reminded that he’s not the only one terribly affected by what happened to Tim.

Somehow, Jason gets it, maybe he’ll do it for himself too.

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Nightmares aren’t something new for Jason. People get nightmares, Jason is not an exception, and most of them are about Tim. Often caused by, well, Tim’s night time job. Recently it’s getting bad, Jason still can’t wash away the feeling of Tim’s limp body on his arms, and it keeps replaying how Joker broke his leg, then his leg will hurt as if also remembering. Lately, his dreams are always about one thing, that Jason is too late and the Joker killed Tim.

He’s used to that now, six months have passed since the incident. Whenever he woke up in his room and sees his leg, he knows that the Joker is dead, and Tim is alive.

Someone is knocking on his window, his room is on the second floor. And of course, it’s Kon in hoodies and jeans. Jason put on his leg and walk over to the window.

“You did not just fly here in civvies,” Jason commented and opened his window.

“I-uh, run here?” then he flies inside the room.

Jason gave him a look and Kon just smiled sheepishly.

“Can I help you?” Jason crosses his arms.

“I heard you were screaming.”

“You heard- I-...” Jason sighed and rolled his eyes, “I thought we agreed on the no spying thing.”

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it. After Tim, I just can’t. So I tuned to you sometimes.” Kon looks like a kicked puppy, with his red-rimmed eyes like he hasn’t stopped crying from when he last saw him.

Jason sighed defeatedly, “Go sit on the bed, I’m gonna make tea.”

“Thank you.”

Leaving the dejected Kon in his room, he goes downstairs and makes tea, while contemplating the turns of events in his life.

Heat is creeping up his neck and spreading on his face. What is with Kon and that kicked puppy look. Jason was so close to kicking him out and then the man just looks at him with downturned eyes and looks like he just cried.

Does Kon have nightmares too? He wanders. Kon is always all smiles and positive, but what he just sees is anything but.

“Hope you like sleepytime.” Jason walks into his room, to see Kon is the same exact position.

“That’s nice, thanks.”

They sit side by side, blowing their tea before sipping them slightly.

“You got nightmares too?” Jason started.

And Kon just shrugged, “Will be weird if I don’t, comes with the hero lifestyle, but lately... you know, Tim.”

“Ah, of course, I got it.” Jason takes small sips of his tea, leaning his back against the headboard, looking at Kon who also silently sipping tea, sitting the foot of his bed.

“Can I sleepover?” Kon said, and honestly, that’s too much awkward energy to sleep tightly.

“What wrong with your own place?”

“I just don’t want to be alone, tonight.”

Jason understands that one, but still...

“What about your friends?”

“They’re not you.”

Jason cocked an eyebrow, “Look, I know I lost a leg, doesn’t mean I can’t stab a bitch in defense.”

“Please?” Kon looks at him with that kicked puppy look again, and Jason finally melts.

“Fine..”

Kon immediately beams, finally smiling after what it looks like a long time.

“I got no couch for you to crash on, so we’re sleeping on our sides.”

“Okay,” Kon enthusiastically agree.

Jason gave Kon a pair of his sleepwear, which fits surprisingly well. Both men are relatively big, and sleeping on a single bed obviously is too small for them, but no one is protesting. They’re both facing away from each other, trying to not have any physical contact, as much as they can anyway.

Jason felt conscious of the other body on his bed, the warmth, the silent sound of breathing and his presence. Yet somehow Jason doesn’t mind it. Still hard to sleep after he’s fully awake from the dream and Kon’s invasion.

“Is it okay if I ask about your nightmare?” Kon asked.

“What’s it to you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Don’t know why Kon wanted to know, it’s not exactly a bedtime story material, but Jason can’t sleep too.

“It’s about Tim. Most of it is always about Tim, but I’m used to it, so don’t bother coming here again just because I screamed in the middle of the night.”

“You’re used to it?”

“I’ve had bad dreams about Tim ever since he became Robin, it gets worse because of the incident. You might be invincible, but Tim’s not. He’s human, and humans are fragile, so easy to kill, so easy to manipulate. I got... sometimes I got a panic attack whenever I see Tim on TV, it was amazing how he can beat enemies hundreds of times bigger than him, crimelords, aliens, and I’m amazed, I do... but he’s just Tim. He’s human.”

“I know how you feel Jason, I understand that the people that love us are worried sick about us putting ourselves in danger. But we’re not alone. We’re in teams, we got each other’s back. Tim has his family of vigilantes, who are all geniuses and master fighters.”

“Where were they then when I found him?” Jason hissed, but Kon doesn’t faze.

“Well, that’s why he got you, right? You’re human too, but you kill the Joker, and man was that badass, to be honest, I was starstruck when I hear the story of how you find him. You just literally stole Batman’s other identities and kill one of the most dangerous villains that ever lived.”

Jason chuckles dryly, feeling awkward over the compliment.

“It’s really poetic!” Kon suddenly sounds fired up, “To think that the Joker, a genocidal villain that kills helpless civilians for his own selfish games against his victim’s protector, who draw the lines at killing the villain that treats the very people he swore to protect as nothing but disposable pawns, is killed by none other than one of the ‘helpless’ civilians. The hero was never the protector, but it is the will and bravery of the victim.” His voice said is as if reciting a synopsis of a movie, intimately.

The civilian, Jason, lightly chuckles, “Calm down Shakespeare, it’s not that deep.”

“It is though if you think about it.”

Yes, it is, and who knew Kon has whatever mode that was. But Jason be damned if he admits he’s a hero. Jason is not a hero, he’s just protecting a person precious to him. And there’s no way he won't kill the Joker who can and will do that again to Tim. It’s just common sense, not a heroic act. He’s just not as good as Kon said he is.

“Whatever sunshine, Tim’s gonna kill me when he wakes up if he knew I kill someone in his name, he doesn’t like that shit.”

“Yeah, but if you didn’t I would’ve.”

“You would?” Jason asked, honestly surprised.

“Yeah... out of anger. If I had thought he killed Tim.” Jason felt that. “I don’t know what I’d do if Tim died,” Kon continued.

“Me too.”

Jason sighed and turns around, “Come here.”

Kon does so without another word and wraps his bulky arms around Jason’s torso, holding him close. Jason is lying on his back, with one arm around Kon’s shoulder as the super lay his head on his shoulder and the other is holding on Kon’s arm on top of his chest.

How did they end up like this, Jason doesn’t know, but it’s not so bad. His heart is racing now, for whatever reason. His decision was instinctive. Suddenly he just wanted to have Kon close to him.

Just like this.

To be held preciously, closely, like the arms around him will never let him go.

Ever since Kon held him when they fly, Jason hasn’t been able to forget how it felt to be held that way. And now, Kon is here again. If he’s being completely honest, he’s not that upset when Kon flies over today.

This feels nice, this feels more than nice.

“Your heart is beating fast Jason,” Kon stated.

“Stop spying on me!” Jason scolded, but his hand instinctively clenched.

Kon only giggles, held him even closer and face tucked into Jason’s neck, which sends another fuel to his already racing heart.

So, he breaths in and out, trying to calm himself, and he smells the same scent of baby powder as Tim from Kon’s hair.

“You smell like Tim,” Jason loosely stated.

“Baby powder, right?”

“Yeah, is it some fancy brand or something?”

“No, it’s Johnson’s baby powder, the blue one.”

“Huh, and you’re wearing the same one because?”

“Because... I miss him?”

“Wow, you’re really miserable huh?”

“Is it that obvious?” Kon nuzzles himself closer, squeezing even tighter, and thankfully, not too deathly tight.

“Kind of, but yeah, me too buddy.” Jason rubs Kon’s head, and close his eyes. Letting Kon’s heartbeat and the scent of baby powder lull him to sleep.

+++++++++

Kon texted him to meet after he’s done work today, and Jason finishes up early right away. When Jason texted back that he’s already done, Kon arrived in his room in an instant, bringing a gush of wind with him.

“What’s going on?”

Kon seems to be caught off guard seeing Jason restless.

“I just, wanted to see you?”

Jason blinks, then just deflated, “Then don’t sound like there’s an emergency!”

“How do I sound over text?”

Kon got a point, Jason was making it up in his head, out of context, the text ‘Can I see you today?’ doesn’t sound so threatening now. What was he thinking when Kon texted him? Jason can’t remember now.

“Whatever,” Jason dismissed, “Why do you want to see me?”

“I just do, is that wrong?”

“It’s not wrong but it’s definitely weird.”

“Why is that?”

“Are we even friends to begin with?”

“I... I’d like to think so....”

His eyes narrowed at his friend(?). It’s not that Kon is a bad company, it’s... no, it’s just a surprise that’s all. At first, it was so weird to interact more with Kon than he should, but Kon is... refreshing. He’s good. Like a ray of sunshine and without a shadow.

“I guess we kind of is,” Jason found himself agreeing, who knows why.

Never did he ever hated Kon for being with Tim. Jealous, maybe, but never hate.

“What do you want to do?” Jason crosses his arms, “I gotta shower first though,” Then starting to peel off his clothes as soon as he steps into his bathroom.

“I don’t know honestly, I just don’t want to be alone.”

Sighing, Jason steps back outside the bathroom in his boxers, “Is that your real reason?”

The super stood up straight at seeing Jason, and he can feel his eyes darted at his stomach, his face, then his stomach again, then finally looks away flusteredly.

“You have friends and family, why are you looking for me?”

An unsure frown shows on his face, somehow even the frown still makes Kon looks boyishly beautiful, what a terrifyingly powerful being.

“Is having someone enjoying your company so unbelievable?” Kon counters with a question instead, something Jason picks up from Kon’s habits.

“I’m not exactly nice to you, sunshine,” Jason amusedly chuckled.

“Sunshine you said, I wish I can be that at all times,” then Kon looks down at his fingers that play with each other as if thinking of the past.

“No one is a ray of sunshine all the time, but you looked like you try anyway, and you know what? It’s appreciated, you got a killer smile.” Jason steps forward and gave Kon a pat on the cheek without thinking twice.

He thought he should’ve when he sees Kon’s face suddenly blooms in red.

“Why are you-”

“You’re half-naked! And too close!” Kon steps back, and met Jason’s table and knocks down a few books and pencils.

Jason cocked an eyebrow, he had heard some people are not used to nudity, but there’s no way Kon is that pure.

But it’s none of his business anyway.

“Okay?” Jason goes back to the bathroom, and hear Kon sighed exasperatedly. “You better have an idea where you’re taking me after I’m done showering.”

“Okay!”

In the end, they go to the diner Jason and Tim frequent to. It makes Jason misses Tim even more, but for once, going back to the place he’s gone to with Tim doesn’t pinch anymore. Not with Kon being himself. Even though only a few weeks ago he was on the verge of tears and breaking down, look at him smile now. He smiles so brightly that it makes Jason’s stomach heats up.

Sunshine indeed.

That night, Jason found himself smiling and having fun for the first time in a while. And he doesn’t want it to end just yet.

“You’re going back home?” Jason casually slides the question, but whatever tone he said it with made Kon blushed from the neck up.

“I’m... Can I stay with you?”

Jason is not stupid, he knows why Kon is flustered and all blushed up. Still, he can’t believe his eyes. Something wicked inside him takes over instead.

His hand reaches out to Kon’s cheek, and tap it twice, “You can always stay with me,” Jason says with his low and inviting voice. Poor Kon combusts right away, and Jason cackles uncontrollably, holding his stomach as he goes.

“Yo-You’re playing with me!” Kon shouts, and Jason still can’t stop laughing.

“Don’t be too mad sunshine,” Jason wraps Kon on the shoulder after seeing the super sulks, “I’ll let you win at Splendor if you’d cheered up.”

“Don’t get cocky! I’ll make it that you’ll never buy the cards you want ever again!”

Jason laughed again. Despite the sulking, Kon does stay over. His clothes are left there in Jason’s cabinet and he doesn’t remember when he starts leaving them there. They play Splendor, and of course, Jason wins again. They watch an episode of a series they’ve been watching on Jason’s phone because none of them owns a tablet or a laptop.

While watching their guilty pleasures on a suffocatingly small screen and eating yesterday’s leftover take out, they lay on Jason’s single bed comfortably while making comments about the series they just watched. And Kon is colorful in his description and it’s either left Jason disgusted or amused. Whichever it is, Jason is never bored with Kon.

As he looks at Kon in his bed, who’s shredding Derek Hale to pieces from being too broody, he wonders, when was it that being with Kon starting to feel this natural.

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Hi here’s the get to know me tag let’s get to knowing

I was tagged in this by @gunthermunch

125 questions under the cut, if you do decide to read i suggest getting a snack first

I tag @emovatore @humanitys-shortest @liliithvatore if you haven’t done it yet

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Elio

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Lee and Leo are the go-tos in real life but I get called Hall on here and I think that’s a rad nickname too

3. BIRTHDAY? Feb 5th

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I am a slut for the Percy Jackson series and Leo Valdez was one of the reasons why I started going by Leo more often then my full name

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Yes yes absolutely yes. One, earth really can’t be the only planet in a universe with infinite possibilities to have life on it, you know? And ghosts is more like a spirit thing.

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? oooh fuck me up this is a hard one uhhhhhh Classic author probably Edgar Allen Poe but Contempoary I’d say Tony Kushner

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? the Musical Theatre station

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? I don’t really like... food. I don’t enjoy it. But I guess I like savory over sweet

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? neat

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Liar by Queen or Greek God by Conan Gray

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? I-Cunt-tic, pronounced like iconic but... you know

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Please Never Fall in love again Ollie MN

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Kidding, that Jim Carrey tv show that premiered this year. Beautifully edited and told story

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? I’ve seen Bohemian Rhapsody 6 times this month alone so probably that on wards

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? yes

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? dying in the same place i was born

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my empathy

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? the depression (tm)

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? idk, i’m not really an animal person

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? nah

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? playing in the ika playscape

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? i have quite a few best friends but when im at school/work then my good friend Julio

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? a very doe eyed dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? i re-dyed my hair black recently so let’s go with that

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my mom

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my dad

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? myself

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? going to denmark to be a farm gay on my semester off

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? currently Sims, Queen, and Falsettos (the musical)

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? i didn’t have cable but there is no way in hell i’m saying cyberchase so, Mia and Miguel

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? Julio

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? very

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? none that i can think of

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT?i actually really enjoy both

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sims

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? True West, it’s a really good play

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? ...Bohemian Rhapsody for the 6th time

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? most stringed instruments i can figure out pretty quickly but i’m best at guitar and piano

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? humans

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? i follow over 5k people i don’t even know who i follow

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? basically Kirby. I want the power to take others powers

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in michigan on rainy afternoons in my bunk bed with my laptop on my lap. Or like, the floor of a bookstore

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? loaded question

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to do competitve dance, competitve cheer, biking, and volleyball

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? watah

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? like a week ago to my grandma, she likes getting post cards in the mail

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? i used to be. not so much anymore

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? people who saunter. We got places to be fellas

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? yup!

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? i’m to anemic to be either

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a performer

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? i’m actually not to into media that take place in other... wait i take it back i wanna live in Hobbiton

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? breathing

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? ehh sometimes

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? It’s a part of my career so hopefully

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? i’m skippin school rn

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? manhattan Lower East Side

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? Manhattan’s Lower East Side. I live in the Upper West Side right now and it’s aight but it’s not the LES

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? nope

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? i just dont sleep

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER?sunrises

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? nah

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? earbuds

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yee

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? anything

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Tony Kushner

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? yee and before you ask my fave is Deadpool

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? when people be on some bullshit

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? IN High School I loved history

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? one sister who is ten years older than I am

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? ... iced coffee despite it being 30 degrees out

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′3

75. CAN YOU COOK? I’d like to think so. Wish I had a oven tho

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? music, my family (sometimes) I’m trying to love myself so let’s throow that one in there

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? people who stroll/saunter, when people are on their bullshit, dark chocolate

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? male “friends”. But, I know a lot more girls that I keep up with more often.

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? lesbian

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Manhattan, Upper West Side

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? Me mam

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Thursday in my Theatre class but we were all crying so i’ll let it slide

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? i don’t really watch anyone consistently

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? i do

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? tinder

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? prety solid i love them both even if my mom hates my sexuality and threatened locking me at home when i came out to herelol

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? italian

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT?Copenhagen! I’ve wanted to go to Denmark since I was ten

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 7

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Nah son

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? defenitly a lot less than my story style insists lol. I do believe in God tho

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? LOADED QUESTION BECAUSE I WANNA EXPLORE BOTH

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? ehhhhhhhh no

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? strawberries and some medicine that i can’t remember the name of

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yes i’m a lesbian it’s what we do

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? nah

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Literally anytime i’m wrong about soomething. I love being exposed, put in my place, roasted.

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Forest so I can find my mans... my MOTH mans

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? you know what you want, don’t let your concerns get in the way of your ambitions

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? Yes

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Ravenclaw

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Deadass I talk to myself more often than otherpeople

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? introverted

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? yee

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? I give everyone I can think of second chances because i’m a forgiving sone of a bitch and yet they continue TO BE ON SOME BULLSHIT

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? THat be mine i may be forgiving by moral compass be broke as hell and I haven’t eaten in like 3 days because i’m so broke

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? When I’m answering this question for a job application i sure do

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? tragicallu

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? i have 5 holes in my ears and a nostreil piercing

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Mark Cohen or LEO VALDEZ

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? yes 2, one chest, one forearm. But that’s only because I don’t have money i need more

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? move to new york

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yes and she’s a bitch

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? both

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? eventually I feel like I would make a pretty solid kid

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my dad

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? Being high for three days straight

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? i just finished pulling one

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black as you can see by my simself i really do dress pretty much only in black because i aged poorly out of my goth phase

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? yeeee

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yep, Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, Trade Show stuff, probably for school or local news a few times

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 18

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? Know in your soul like your blood knows the way from your heart to your brain, know that you’re whole. - HEdwig and the Angry Inch

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? This is a really boring last question but savory but if you made it this far i’ll expose myself a little more. I’m black and Jewish, I go to a performing arts Conservatory, and this took me so long to answer because I hooked up with someone in Brooklyn last night and i had trouble getting back to my dorm.

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