#still better than the paper version I guess

[sserajeans]

mine

kim minji x fem! reader

synopsis: you both knew love came with downhills, but neither of you thought it'd get that bad. you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, and she's the best thing you could ever call 'mine'.

genre + others: non-idol reader x idol minji, goes over the ups and downs of their relationship, semi angst but fluff end TRUST ME

notes: (TW: implied suicide of minor character) , y/n has been through so much pls give her a break, idk if either of them were toxic, but they work around it bc love >>>, not requested, i was just listening to the album and got an idea that made my soul go WHOOSH hehe, THIS IS A VERY LONG ONE

WORD COUNT: 6.9k

you were in college, working part-time, waiting tables. left a small town, never looked back. i was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin', wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.

you and minji were your friend group's favorite couple. almost anyone would agree, actually.

you met in high school when you transferred from a smaller, almost unknown town under a merit scholarship sponsored by the school. you were your family's pride and joy, the eldest daughter and older sister to two siblings. your parents weren't born with the same comfort they provided you and your siblings, or any comfort at all. it took a lot of work for them to get to where they were, and even then they still work day and night to give a life better than theirs for their children.

being born first, you witnessed everything. the blood, sweat, and tears your parents poured into everything; their failed start-up business, their multiple part-time jobs, and the low-paying wages they'd get in return. but above all this, you also saw how your parents did it all for love. love for you, love for their kids, love for the family they made. and so you swore, as an adorable 8-year-old, that you'd work your hardest and earn enough money to get your parents to rest comfortably once they were of age. you were raised in a struggling house, but a loving home. you knew love. you weren't a stranger to it. you loved love and the power it held.

minji, on the other hand, didn't. when you met her in your first year of high school, her parents had just signed divorce papers after her dad caught her mother cheating. she was only 16 at the time, and her parents were her role models of love. to her, they represented what love would, could, and should be. she believed in love, until she grew to hate it. she hated the way it hurt her father, she hated the way it hurt her, but most of all she hated the way it pulled her mother away from her. minji knew love. she wasn't a stranger to it. but she hated love and the power it held.

because of the stark difference you two had with your outlooks on love, it was a shock to everyone when the kim minji agreed to not just being your prom date, but to you courting her during your junior year of high school as well. 

“kim minji is this really you?” her best friend at the time, seol yoona, waved her hand in front of the raven-haired girl’s face. she was trying to finish an essay in english, one of their final requirements for the semester. “what’s different about park y/n?”

minji sighed and closed her notebook, finally facing the rest of her friends who sat crowded around her.

“look. she was nice to me at prom and she’s…” her friends’ eyes widened in anticipation. “cute, i guess.”

“oh come on minji that can’t be just it…”

“yeah you rejected like a quarter of the student population! i’m sure there were a few nice and cute ones!”

“they all…” minji started as she stood up from her desk and began packing her things in her backpack. “i’m just more comfortable with her, okay? we’ve been friends a while, and she’s patient about everything right now because she knows about…”

the rest of the table nodded their heads in understanding. there was no need for her to expound on that. 

meanwhile, in the complete opposite side of the school campus, was where you and your two closest friends ate lunch. under the shade of the courtyard’s largest tree.

"you're fucking playing with me..."

"i'm not! she said yes! she really did!" you exclaimed, mouth full of the school's spam and kimchi kimbap. 

"you better not mess this up y/n... you're like the first person i know of that she's ever said yes to." your other friend commented, playfully shoving your upper arm.

"do you guys not have like... the teeny-tiniest bit of faith in me?" 

they looked at you for a solid minute before nodding and shrugging. jokes aside, you were a selfless and caring person, and every one that has ever gotten to know you was sure of that.

and fair enough, by your first year of college which was also minji's first year as newjeans' leader, after almost 2 years of courting her, you asked her to have things official, and she said yes.

do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. you are the best thing, that’s ever been mine.

it had been just over a year since you two started officially dating, and nothing much changed since you put a label on it. you were now in your second year of university, simultaneously maintaining a part-time job at a local restaurant. 

it didn’t take an idiot to know that dating an idol was hard. and it also didn’t help that your schedule wasn’t the most flexible either. there were even some days where minji had more time in the week to spend than you did. the both of you hated that, and it frustrated you two to the point where there were times you’d take it out on each other.so when you and minji had your first big argument, it was a shock to none of the peers who knew of your relationship.

you sighed deeply as you unlocked the door to your apartment. it was the middle of midterms week, and you had just finished an evening shift. you didn’t even want to think about studying for your calculus exam tomorrow, but you knew you had to if you wanted to keep your gpa up to the scholarship’s requirements.

“park y/n.” minji’s voice interrupted your brain’s train of thought. you were so busy trying to figure out the most efficient way to spend the rest of the time between the present and your exam. 

usually, minji’s voice calling your name would be warm and sweet. you talked about it to your friends one time, describing it as melted chocolate, and she gagged at how cheesy you were being. but god forbid you speak the truth.

but now, her voice was neither warm nor sweet. it was cold. it was cold and sharp. if you had the time to process it you’d probably describe it as ice shards, rather than melted chocolate.

you hesitated to face her, because you knew exactly why she was here in your apartment at 11pm in the evening instead of her dorms, fast asleep. you couldn't count how many times you cancelled a date last minute within the last month, and minji was tired of you not explaining properly.

you heard her stand up from the living room couch and walk towards you in the dining table. 

“what is it, minji?” you spoke, leaning your forehead against your palm as you brought out school textbooks and worksheets.

“what do you mean ‘what is it, minji’? you know why i’m here, y/n.” 

she wasn’t lying. again, you knew why she was here with you, which is why you dreaded the conversation that was about to come.

“this is the 4th date you’ve cancelled this month without telling me why. if you wanted to break up i’d much rather you tell me directly…” the last sentence felt like a stab to your chest. the cold and sharp dagger that was her words, taking one large hit.

“what the fuck? no, okay! no i don’t!”

“then for the love of god would you at least tell me why you’re being so fucking distant?!” 

you kept silent. eyes avoiding hers as you internally debated on whether you wanted to burden her with your struggles or not.

“see? you can’t even say it.”

“fucking hell. my sister is sick, minji.” 

you let out a shaky exhale as you spoke, finally gathering the courage to face her.

“she has pneumonia. she’s sick. she’s in the hospital. and i-“ you cut yourself off as tears made its way down your face. the cold exterior on minji’s face dropped almost immediately at the sound of your voice breaking. your breathing remained shaky as you tried your best to verbalize everything that has been piling up over the past few weeks.

“medical insurance isn’t enough to cover it. my parents are working endlessly, but they’re getting older and i don’t want them to overwork themselves or they could get sick too, so i asked if i could pick up more shifts at the restaurant because that’s really all i can do right now. it just breaks my heart whenever i visit her because she’s always telling me that she’s sorry for causing trouble when none of it was her fault. and fuck, as if it doesn’t get any worse it’s midterms week, and if i fail just one exam it’s enough to bring my gpa down for the school to drop me.”

you gasped for air.

the girl sat beside you and rubbed your back, reaching over for your water bottle and offering it to you. you muttered a thanks as you gulped down half of the water inside and gave yourself a few seconds to speak again.

“and i know what you’re thinking. ‘why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped.’ but minji please. you’re an idol. you’re a celebrity. fuck, you’re the leader of one of the biggest group’s right now. you have enough on your plate. i don’t want to add to that.”

minji nodded to show you she was listening despite not saying anything since you started letting it out.

"let's take a walk." 

you were shocked by the suggestion, and minji could tell. she would be too.

“but won’t people recogn-“

"more air to breathe, more space to think. come on." she got your coat for your and brought your most comfortable pair of shoes over.

you weren't agreeing, but you also weren't objecting the idea. from what could've been a fight to this, you were just glad you had the warm minji with you right now.

she dragged you along by the hand, just a few steps ahead of you. it didn't take too long until you two found yourselves sitting on the park bench facing a small river. it wasn't too far away, just a couple meters from your apartment building.

“can i ask you something, y/n?” there it was. the warmth, the sweetness in her voice. 

she turned to face you. “do i bother you when i tell you about my problems? when i talk to you about how i worry for haerin not opening up, or when i tell you about how hanni might’ve bothered me on a certain day. does that burden you?”

you looked up at her shaking your head, your eyes still red and puffy. 

“w-what? no. never. i like that you let me know. i like knowing you have some type of output for it."

"well if it doesn't burden you then what makes you think you'd burden me?"

you slowly looked away, eyes busy gazing the clear water and the rocks that laid under.

she moved to wrap her right arm over your shoulders, and slowly reached for your left hand to hold if you'd let her. after all, she didn't expect to be comforting you when she planned on seeing you.

"i may be an idol. i may be a celebrity. i may be newjeans' minji a lot of the time. but i'm also your girlfriend, park y/n. the one you met in high school whose life you changed forever the day you asked me to prom." you leaned against her when she pulled you closer as she spoke.

"i stopped believing in love when my parents split. remember when i told you that? but you were there every step of the way. you understood, and you were fine with waiting." minji took a pause to make sure you were still with her, listening. 

your eyes were heavy, but your brain couldn’t be more alive. 

“y/n, i don't want to be the person that makes their partner feel like they can't talk to them. let me be there for you too, okay? i may not be able to do a lot to fix it, but i'll be there because you shouldn't be facing things alone. not when you have me."

you nodded, letting out the last of your tears on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through your hair. 

“so next time, please, please tell me what bothers you.”

you never gave a clear response, just your sobs slowing down as she held you. minji would later on regret not noticing this.

a few minutes later, after you calmed down, you pulled away to finally fix your eyes on hers.

"thank you. and i still owe you an apology. for how i was the past couple of weeks.”

“you really don’t have to y/n.”

“well, you say that now after i told you. but what i did was still such… an ass move, and i should’ve told you what was going on because you deserved to know with the way it affected you too.”

minji gave you a smile. a small smile that held the largest emotions a human could ever feel. she leaned against your side, head on your left shoulder with her arm around your waist.

“it’s okay…”

“i love you.”

three words. eight letters. the first time it was ever said between the two of you. 

on the inside, you were a little shocked. if your relationship was a sports game, no one would bet on minji saying it first. but she did. and that just made those special words mean a little more than they already did.

you wrapped your left arm around her shoulders and rested your head on hers, giving the top of her head a kiss before saying it back.

“i love you too.”

flash forward and we’re taking on the world together. and there’s a drawer of my things at your place.

a couple months later, you felt on top of the world, and so did minji. you found a higher paying stay-at-home job, your sister got better miraculously quick, and your grades were stellar. for minji, newjeans had just released another hit mini album, and it was played everywhere you went. in the store, at the mall, on tiktok, on the radio. everywhere.

eventually, you two found a free spot on both of your schedules, and used it to have sleepovers at your apartment or her dorm. she’d always prefer staying at yours though. one of the few times you stayed at hers, the second you left, hanni and hyein were teasing her endlessly about… well, usual couple stuff.

this night was one of those sleepover nights. the two of you just finished dinner and were cuddling on the sofa, trying to decide on a movie to watch.

“mean girls?”

“didn’t we watch that last week?” minji reasoned out, looking at you with a questioning face.

“uhm… horror?”

“i don’t mind.”

you hummed and browsed through the horror collection your streaming site had. it took you a while to find a movie, you and minji each always had a minor problem with whatever came up.

“oh hey this one looks fun. zom-“

“did i ever tell you the full story of my parents?”

“ha?”

you looked at her with a rather surprised expression on your face. sure, she’s told you all about being a child of divorced parents and how it affected her. but you never bothered to ask more about it in fear of her discomfort.

“well… no. i wanted you to bring things up at your own pace.”

it felt like a silent agreement that maybe you two were going to drop the movie for a little “deep talk” moment.

“my dad went m.i.a., well, sort of did, on my mom.” she began, you sat cross-legged beside her, reaching for her hand to play with while she muttered a quick ‘thanks’. it was your little show of comfort. 

her parents was a subject that you two didn’t bring up very often. she’d mention them once in a while, like when you were preparing a dish that reminded her of her mom’s cooking, or when you came over to help fix hyein’s bike like her dad used to do for her. but it was never in the subject of the divorce. you two always had more to talk about when you were together anyways.

“he lost a lot of the money in their savings, and he’d never talk to my mom about it thinking he could cover it up soon enough. mom was convinced he was cheating and was sending money to another girl. even after my dad explained everything she just… went and did what she did. until he caught her and… well, you know the rest.”

minji was surprisingly calm throughout the whole storytelling. you figured it must’ve been from keeping it in for so long, finally letting the old wounds heal.

“wow…”

“yeah, ‘wow’.”

“i’m sorry, i just…” you paused and grabbed her other hand, holding them both closely within your palms. “do you think if your dad was honest from the beginning things would’ve been different?”

“i-… well…”

“nevermind, sorry that was int-“ you dropped her hands and ran yours through your hair, the other covering your mouth in disbelief.

“no no, it’s okay.” she reached for your hands and they were intertwined once again. “i think things would’ve turned out the same. it probably would’ve just… took a longer time.”

“i guess… since your mom practically ignored your dad after he explained…”

“yup. i believe things happen for a reason.”

“really? i’m 50/50 on that.” you looked up at her with a questioning look.

“well, for one, it led me to you.” she gazed in your eyes, her hands soft and gently cradling yours side to side. you looked at her with amazement. since when was she making the moves with all the cheesy lines?

“okay… so i’m not 50/50… maybe 70/30.” “dork.” “your dork?” “…” “sayyy it…” “…” “you know you wanna…”

“my dork.”

“hehehe…” 

with a victorious grin on your face, you pinched her right cheek, something she both hated and loved. rolling her eyes, she positioned herself to lay her head on your crossed legs while your hands automatically fixed her hair to keep her face clear.

“god you’re so-“

“lovable? i know… it’s crazy.”  

“well…”

“oh, we were serious?”

“yes, seriously, y/n. there are times i think about that night by the river.”

“that night by the river…”

“when i told you i believed in love again, after my parents. because of you.” she opened her eyes and looked up at you like you were a constellation in the night sky. eyes wide and full of wonder.

“i know what you’re talking about, i didn’t forget, don’t worry.” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair that went astray behind her ear.

“when things get hard i think of that night, and how… i don’t know. you know that feeling when something means so much, and it’s so good, feels so right, almost too perfect, you’re just scared it’ll slip away?”

“mmhm. of course. that’s how i felt about this book i was reading. things were going so well at the beginning, like it wa-… continue though.”

“sometimes i’m scared we’ll slip away.”

“what?!”

“i mean like! it’s just a tiny… irrational fear in the back of my head.”

“ell… good thing that won’t happen!”

“how are you always so sure about things?”

i tell my secrets and you figure out why i’m guarded. you say,

“i get why you’re worried, okay? but we’ll never make your parents’ mistakes.”

she sat up straight to give you a proper hug, or, well, she more or less just threw herself on you. not that you were complaining, you loved her bear hugs.

“you and i… we talk things out. we work well that way, right?”

“yeah.”

“i love you. and thank you for letting me love you.”

“i love you too. so so much.”

and we got bills to pay. we got nothing figured out, when it was hard to take, this is what i thought about. 

throughout your relationship, you two came across a couple, or well, several bumps along the road. but it was always something you two had dealt with before. even if it wasn’t, you were beginning to feel comfortable sharing the weight you carried on your shoulders with minji; talking about the usual late night shifts, a terror professor, etc.

communication was one of the last things your relationship with minji lacked.

until one fateful evening, you received a phone call from your brother. one you wished you never had to hear. one no one ever deserved to hear. 

before he spoke, something about it already felt wrong. the combination of muffled sirens, crying from who you surely knew was from your sister, and conversation between who you assumed were adults, was straight eery. a shiver ran down your spine, realizing the nature of the news.

and you were right. 

you could feel your hand shake as he spoke with a stutter,

“noona… it’s about… about d-dad… h-he… he… did it to hims-himself… he-he w-went out… and to-told us not to follow. a-and, and then we- we heard… we heard a r-really… r-really loud noise… n-noona… wh-when… when are you coming b-back?”

what?

who?

how?

your father. he shot himself in your neighborhood’s park.

and you’ve yet to understand why. why he’d choose to abandon his family. why he suddenly switched from the hardworking man who’d endure hell for his family, to a man who chose to escape his troubles.

after consoling your brother and the rest of your family on the phone, you packed your bags and took a taxi the next day. heading straight back to your hometown, a much smaller and rural area compared to the skyscraping city of seoul. 

you ran straight to your parents’ room as soon as you arrived, your bags dropped and forgotten by the conjoined living room and kitchen. there was no time to reminisce the warmth, comfort, and love that came with the childhood home you haven’t seen in years. 

as soon as you stepped foot in your parents’ room, your younger sister, who was much taller than the last time you saw her, ran straight into your arms, almost knocking you over. it didn’t take long for your younger brother to follow, his added weight finally pushing you to fall butt first to the fortunately, carpeted floor.

you rubbed their backs as soothingly as you possibly could while they started dampening your shirt with tears. in a way, having them in your embrace comforted you the same way you comforted them. you shed your own fair share of tears, hugging them even tighter when they’d take deep breaths and wail.

you also needed to process whatever the hell just happened.

a few minutes later, once your siblings had calmed down, you slowly stood up from the floor and approached your mother who was sorting out papers on what used to be your parents’ shared bed. the mattress dipped as you sat beside her. you wrapped your arms around her frame, giving her a warm hug. 

her pain was silent, and you wished it wasn’t so you’d at least know she had an output, but at the same time, you both knew she held it together for your siblings’ sake. she gave your forehead a kiss and ruffled your hair, muttering a soft “you’ve been eating well.” 

she was just happy to see her baby home.

the next couple of days were dull and grey. it was the only word you could use to describe it. your mother would head out to deal with government papers, your siblings stayed at home with modular work as permitted by the school after what had happened, and you picked up a small full-time job at a bakery as a cashier.

in a private conversation with your mother, late at night when your siblings were fast asleep, she explained to you the law of debt and inheritance in simple terms. it was difficult, but most definitely much needed for you to at least grasp understanding on why your father did what he did. 

“i know what your first thoughts were going to be. and he wasn’t being a selfish person, y/n. he never was and he never will be. in this province specifically, debt isn’t passed down to your heirs. your father… he… he borrowed a lot of money, y/n. and we thought we could pay it back over the agreed 3 years. it was taking longer than expected, and they began looking for your dad with threats that… i’d rather not share with you.”

“wait what? what about the money i’ve been sending? did it help? did you use it?”

“of course we did, y/n. we don’t want your hard work going to waste. we used it for yoonseo and junseo’s tuition. there was an increase that wasn’t in our… scope.”

“fucking school…”

“hey… listen. do you understand things a little better now?”

“…yes.”

“repeat to me what you understand.”

“dad… didn’t want them coming after me… us.”

“yes.”

“i… i don’t understand how you’re so… calm about it right now, ma. did you know? did he tell you he would?”

“he didn’t. we fought about it, actually. i couldn’t believe all that… nonsense he was saying.”

“oh… i’m sorry. i’m sorry i thought he-“

“it’s okay, y/n. and i know you. i know you, yoonseo, and junseo. it’s okay to not be okay right now. i want you to feel that. let it out. cry, scream, take a walk, do anything. let the pain pass through. i’ll be here to make sure you’ll be alright.”

“but we want to be here for you too ma…”

“you will be there for me when you feel better. but right now, you’re my children, and i’m your mom. i want to make sure you’re okay first.”

and for the rest of the night, you silently wept against your mother’s shoulder as she held you tight against her chest, the same way she did the day you were born. you were always your mother's child at the end of the day.

since the day you left til that night, your focus was on yourself and your family. comforting your siblings when your mom couldn’t, helping around the house, and searching for more jobs dirt-paying jobs you could take, for you didn’t care as long as it’d help fill the gap your father left.

your focus was solely on the grief held over yourself and your family, that somehow, you had completely forgotten about your life in the city.

the life with kim minji in it.

on her side of the world, minji was struggling. newjeans was still a popular and well-received group with global success, but their growth was exceeding expectations, and that meant that the hate wave had only gotten stronger.

as their leader, minji was the supporting pillar, the foundation of sanity for the rest of the girls. when one of them had the need to cry or rant, they’d go to her, and she’d hold that responsibility willingly out of love and care for them.

but newjeans’ leader minji, is human. 

newjeans’ leader minji, is kim minji. 

a 20-year-old girl facing the world’s backlash and carrying the weight of her members’ hurt alongside her own on her back.

she wasn’t meant to deal with all of that alone.

where was kim minji’s supporting pillar? where was her foundation of sanity? 

where were you?

where were you when she needed you the most?

and i remember that fight, 2:30 am, ‘cause everything was slipping right out of our hands. i ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street. 

things have calmed down a bit. you and your family decided it was best for you to go back to the city as it was where you’d earn the most for your work. you hated saying goodbye to them, especially at a time where it was best where you were all together. but you and your family didn’t have the luxury of choice. you and your family couldn’t afford to lose the opportunity.

on the 2-hour long taxi ride home, you finally decided to charge your phone. you hadn’t realized how you completely deserted it the moment you arrived at your childhood home. leaving it on the car seat, you decided to take a nap to get rid of the headache that was building up. whether it was from the anxiety of being away from your family after what happened, or the pressure of having your family’s financial support come mostly from you, you needed an escape, even if it was just for 2 hours.

you weren’t sure how or what you felt. you knew most would be sad. grief-struck and lost. and you did feel that in a way, when your family held a small ceremony at the memorial center because it was all you could afford. it was just you, your mom, your siblings, and a few neighbors who knew your parents.

that was the hardest you ever let yourself mourn, the loudest you ever let yourself cry, and after that, you felt empty. your chest and your stomach ached, but there was nothing else to feel. your head, on the other hand, felt heavy. like it was rammed against a cement wall and forced to carry the weight of hardbound books. 

the moment you picked yourself up from your wallowing in sorrow, the weight of responsibility crashed into you all at once. like being thrown anvils to carry on your back, every step you took wherever you went. your father wasn’t just one of your family’s sources of income, he also stood as a figure of support for your siblings and your mom while you were away. you were angry at him for leaving you, but you beat yourself around into understanding that it wasn’t an escape.

it was about 2am by the time you arrived at the small apartment complex. an inconvenient decision that may have seemed senseless, but before you insisted in spending as much time as you could with your family before you were required to report to work the next day.

and so here you were, backpack in hand, unlocking the door to your apartment late at night.

seeing the living room and kitchen lights on alarmed you. you were sure you turned everything off before you left. your electricity bills were going to be horrendous that month.

you settle your bag down on the floor and bent over to untie your shoes.

“oh… you decided to come back?”

that voice.

kim minji.

hearing her voice again felt fresh. but it felt fresh for only one reason.

you ignored her the whole time you were away. you didn’t tell anyone anything, not even you friends in the city.

minji’s tone was firm. it wasn’t sharp and cold like the time she came over to confront you about missing your dates.

it was firm, but it was also vulnerable. the night she confronted you her voice lacked all the emotion in the world. tonight, it was full of it. you couldn’t tell if she was worried, angry, disappointed, sad, maybe everything and in between.

“where were you?”

there it was. the burning question of the night. 

unlike last time, minji didn’t bother approaching you. she stayed seated on the living room couch, her head turned to face you at the front door.

“minji, listen. i-“ you walked towards her, approaching the living room couch with caution from what you could pick up in her voice.

“y/n i was in pain… did you know that? the past few weeks have been horrible… and before i can even begin to talk about why, i have to worry about whether you were even alive or not!”

“i’m sorry! okay, i’m sorry!”

you were defensive, and it came out like you were throwing around apologies for a band-aid solution, when that really wasn’t the case. you just didn’t have it in your heart to tell her what happened.

“we had to cancel 2 fansigns because of threats we were getting, did you even know that, y/n?”

no, you didn’t. you weren’t aware of how far your girlfriend’s career had gone for the group to be receiving that kind of treatment. even before your dad passed.

“…no.”

“and that’s just… the tip of the fucking iceberg… so i ran here thinking i’d find you. because, y/n, i know for a fact you’re my safe place. but you weren’t even fucking there…”

“i’m sorry…” you muttered, your hands clasped together as you stood in front of her.

“you weren’t answering calls, you weren’t responding to texts. from me or any of the girls! i asked my manager to get in contact with your coworkers! fuck, i even asked some of our high school friends… but none of them knew where you were! do you know how sick my stomach felt?” she looked up at you with tears in her eyes. one of the few times you’ve ever seen her cry, and somehow, it always had something to do with you.

it made you feel sick.

“i’m so sorry…”

“and before you fucking arrived, for a moment i really thought you were going to just leave everything like my dad.”

after all the pain she’s shared with you?

“minji i-“

“but a part of me knew, or wanted to know you’d never do that. like you said, ‘we’d never make my parents’ mistakes’. but in that moment it felt like you did. like we did.”

“i’m sorry… i wasn’t thinking…”

“i think we need a fucking break y/n.”

she stood up.

what?

“w-what? minji what do you mean w-why a-“

“this isn’t the first time you just disappeared on me, don’t you get it? the first time it happened i had to confront you because otherwise you’d just let it slide and it’d probably happen again within the next few months.”

she walked to the dining room, away from the living room. it was closer to the apartment entrance.

“that’s not true.”

“when i told you about my parents, it was because i thought i had finally found something different with you.”

“and we did! we are! we’re not like them…”

she stood by the door, hand on the knob.

“you keep disappearing on me, y/n. i don’t know what to believe anymore.”

and just like that, she dropped the spare keys to your apartment on your kitchen counter, and left your apartment unit. 

you knew better than to let her go. you knew better to let the love of your life go. you knew better than to let her, a celebrity, run out in the middle of the night, with no security, and god knows who or what out in the streets of the area you stayed in.

braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all i’ve ever known. 

for minji, she had no idea what she was doing, but she knew couldn’t take another second in your damned apartment. the apartment she stayed in the weeks she was waiting for you to come back. it reminded her of the times she felt like her mom, desperately waiting for her dad to come back to her. it reminded her of how she felt like her dad during the first month of the divorce, and how he kept his hopes high telling her and her brother that things would get better because their mom would always come back, when she didn’t. she hated that apartment because it reminded her of why she hated love. why she stopped believing in love.

she hated that apartment because it was yours, and you showed her how to believe in love again, and you made her believe you two would be different. 

if that was so, then why did you leave her feeling like things were going to end the same way her parents did?

she couldn’t take it anymore. how could she fully commit to someone who’d leave her out of the loop. someone who can’t at least try to share part of their world with her. someone who, after seeing all the sides and versions of her, could still get up and leave without a word.

you cursed under your breath for minji being so long-legged. it didn’t take long for her to get to your apartment building’s lobby, but timing was by your side. for once, it felt like maybe the world wasn’t against you.

the scene was cinematic. you grabbed her wrist from behind her, and pulled her by the arm, back towards you. back to you where you knew she belonged.

“i’m sorry, and i promise i’ll tell you everything. and i know i left with no warning, no sign. i know that it was best to tell you. but i promise i wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t something as serious as that.”

you gently reached over to hold her other hand in yours. hopefully it was enough to not have her run away again.

“i don’t know how many sorry’s i have left in me, but whatever that amount is, i know, won’t be enough. but please, minji, i’m begging you now, please don’t leave. i know it’s been hard, it’s been difficult for me too. fuck, it’s been hell the past few weeks and not a single second of it has felt real, but i need you. i need you to stay.”

you took a deep inhale. you hadn’t realized you weren’t breathing throughout your mini speech. 

“because right now it feels like i’ve lost everything, and i can’t take it if i lost you. and i know… i know, i sound like a guilt-tripping asshole right now but that’s really... you mean a lot. you mean so much… you mean so fucking much to me, minji, and i know that’s not what you felt when i disappeared, but it’s the truth, and i-“

your legs gave in. you were exhausted, but you weren’t going to stop until you knew she’d stay.

you knelt on the floor, in front of her, holding her hands above your head.

god, you looked so ridiculously desperate. but you didn’t care. not an inch of your body felt a bit of shame. you knew minji was worth everything you had.

“i love you. i love you. i love you so much. and i don’t know how else to say this without sounding like a fucking asshole, but i know you love me too, and i just need you to hear me out, before you decide to leave. and if you still want to go after, then i-. i wouldn’t blame you, and i’d let you, but please… please.” you whispered out the last of your words, your sobs echoing through the empty, dim-lit lobby.

she’d never seen you like this before. 

not once in the several years of being your friend or your girlfriend.

and you were right, she loved you so much. just as much as you did her.

and that was enough for her to listen.

“get up.” she spoke so softly, you could’ve missed it if you weren’t listening for any response.

you scrambled, shuffled onto your feet, and finally came face-to-face with the girl you loved.

it took everything in you to not hold her, kiss her, and comfort her, when you knew you were the cause of her pain and suffering.

but if god made angels roam earth, you were convinced minji was one of them.

she almost catapulted towards you, causing you to stumble backwards until your back met a wall. your arms automatically wrapped around her waist, like it was second nature, or maybe because it was.

you heard her sobs, and you ran your fingers through her hair like she’d do for you. rub her back comfortingly like when you held your siblings in your arms, her tears dampening your clothes the same way theirs did.

you let her be, and waited patiently until she decided to speak. her face rested against your shoulder so her voice was slightly muffled, 

“i thought you’d leave.”

you felt your chest tighten in guilt.

“i thought i did something wrong, or that you were tired of me. tired of dating someone with a job like mine, packed up, and left.”

then, you took me by surprise. you said,

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way.”

you kissed the top of her head and rested your cheek against it.

“never again. i promise, and i say it out loud this time.  i’ll never leave you alone.”

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #minji x reader #kim minji x reader #kim minji imagines #minji imagines #kim minji

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 1

PRINCE OF GOTHAM

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. 

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Some other characters are changed too, hopefully you’ll enjoy the cameos etc. I’ve tweaked parts of the story here and there so it suits better. I hope you all enjoy xoxo much love. Let me know if you want a tag list / to be on the tag list.

*** 

Roy lounged back in his leather office chair and smirked as Jason sauntered in without knocking. “And what do I owe this displeasure?”.

“Just wanted to see how things were going, you know, it is my company after all”, Jason glanced around the office. Roy liked to keep things minimal, although the addition of the little cactus was new. An almost feminine touch. He made a note to question him about that later. He’d never known Harper to take an interest in plants before.

As the office door closed behind him, arguing erupted outside, barely concealed by the walls. He raised his eyebrow and looked through the window seeing a short, stumpy man in a suit become red and blotchy in the face.

“I don’t know why we still pay that moron”, Roy grunted and waved his hand to the disagreement outside. The stubby man, Eric, was tugging at his tie as a more feminine voice dressed him down confidently.

“I can have HR carry out a performance review if you’d like”.

Jason glanced out between the blinds and saw you storm around one of the desks, straight into his vision, hands flying violently as you spoke. He swallowed as his eyes followed you; a tight fitting grey pencil skirt paired with a wine silk blouse. He raised an eyebrow in interest. Your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands falling down to frame your petite face. Lips painted a deep shape of rouge. You laughed venomously before pointing to one of the free standing boards, a colourful diagram adorning it. Eric shook his head and turned away, only infuriating you more. Jason smirked, enjoying the little show.

“She’s been here 5 minutes…down boy”, Roy chuckled and grabbed something from his printer. Scrawling his signature across the bottom.

“You say that like you'd wait even 30 seconds”, Jason scoffed, a little embarrassed and slightly impressed at how well Roy could read him.

Roy looked up from the papers and grinned, “I give at least 3 to 5 working days as a courtesy before I pounce”.

Jason felt his stomach churn at the thought. He spun around quicker than he would have liked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh...so you’ve tried then?”.

“What’s it to you if I have?”, Roy grinned, noticing Jason’s reaction.

“I want to see if she has taste”, Jason quipped and turned his attention back to the escalating discussion outside. Hoping to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. You’d now dragged the whiteboard across to Eric, jabbing at one of the PowerPoint slides before rubbing your temples in frustration.

Roy scoffed to hide the laughter before getting out of his seat strolling across to Jason to hand him the signed papers, “You know, she’s the woman that saved you 500 grand last week”.

Jason frowned upon taking the paperwork from Roy, “I don't remember hearing about it”.

The white haired man shrugged to the shouting, “Take a wild guess why, Todd”.

“He played it as his own victory?”, Jason’s gaze fell back to you. Eric was crossing over your work on the board with an ugly red marker, sneering at you. Jason felt his temper surge at the blatant disregard for your hard work and effort. His brow creased at the unfamiliar emotions swimming in the back of his mind.

Roy slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, a dark grin on his lips, “Oh! So you do have a brain”.

Jason rolled his eyes, rolling his broad shoulders, “Contrary to popular belief, yes I do”.

Roy laughed deeply as he watched you with Jason through the window, your irritation bubbling over as you repeatedly jabbed your pen to the graphs on the board, voice becoming louder with every word, “She’s a real pistol”.

“I can see”, Jason hummed appreciatively as you stalked off towards the coffee room, the skirt pulling tight against you, highlighting the curve of your ass perfectly. 

Eric looked flustered as the rest of the staff in the room stared at him following the heated exchange. He shouted something to them, causing them all to bow their heads behind their computer screens. Roy grumbled something under his breath Jason couldn’t make out. Eric turned towards Roy’s office and stiffened when he saw both men watching him. Jason smirked at him, giving a subtle wave before turning to Roy, “You know what, I will send HR down this week to investigate”.

***

You checked yourself in the mirror of the elevator again, nerves making your stomach somersault. The dress had been an extravagant splurge but the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to have it. It was a floor length, backless crimson dress with a daring thigh split. You ran your hands down the front of the fabric, the satin soothing your clammy palms.

Your hair was curled loosely and draped down your bare shoulders, lips a dark red to match your dress. Briefly, you hoped, you hadn’t gone overboard with your outfit. The invitation had said ‘formal wear’. The elevator dinged and before you could think too much, the doors slid open revealing you to the party. You heard someone gasp in the distance and that’s when the entire room turned to your direction.

You were used to people staring at you in the office because of your fiery attitude but this was different. You felt your skin prickle. An odd sensation driving through your nerves. Everyone had paused to stare at you as you stepped into the room. The music faded in the back of your mind, replaced by the hammering of your heart. You straightened yourself and strode into the room with all the false confidence you could muster.

His eyes. Jason. You could feel them burning more than anyone else’s. He’d stopped mid sentence when you entered the room, cigarette left smoking in his hand. He was surrounded by his executive team, including your area manager, Mr Harper. Whilst you felt heat spreading across your cheeks, you felt somewhat pleased you’d stunned your loud mouthed CEO into silence. Roy had slapped Jason on the back, a dark smirk on his face drawing his attention away from you. He glared at Roy before taking a long drag from his cigarette, continuing with his conversation as though nothing had happened. The group of suited men dissolved into barks of laughter.

You needed a large drink. Preferably a strong one too if you wanted to last the night. You headed straight towards the bar, as fast as your towering heels would allow.

———

Jason patted one of the executives on the shoulder, making his excuses before striding across to you as you leaned against the bar, your bare back on full display. He swallowed thickly, you looked majestic under the glittering fairy lights draped around the room.

He settled next to you at the bar, clearing his throat before speaking, the deep timber of his voice rattled your core, “I think...I've seen your face before”.

You rolled your eyes at the terrible opening line before turning to face him. The black suit fitted him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders, his blood red tie knotted tightly against the collar of his crisp white shirt.

“Probably during one of your lonely nights over a bottle of chardonnay”, you lazily waved your hand at him.

Jason smirked at your attitude and laughed, “You think I’m chatting you up princess?”.

You pursed your lips together, nodding, “It certainly sounded that way to me and I really don’t know what else you would do after swaggering away from that crowd just to talk to lil’ old me”.

“I simply had to talk to the woman who stunned the room into silence”, his smooth voice sent shivers over your skin, oozing charm. You imagined it worked on every woman he encountered. It almost worked on you.

“Very smooth Mr Todd”, you teased and tried to wave the bartender down with no luck. You sighed and cursed under your breath.

Jason clicked his fingers, drawing the attention of the waiter immediately, “Two large glasses of Malbec please”, he winked at you when the bartender reached to the top shelf of liquor, “I know who you are”, Jason gave you a devilish smile, “You’re the 500 grand woman”.

“Y/N”, you winked and wiggled your finger at him in a joking fashion. The grin on your face widened when the wine was set down in front of you both. The rich, spicy smell drifted up your nose.

You dug your hand into your purse but Jason shook his head, “It’s on me”.

“Oh”, you clicked your tongue playfully, “You’re too kind”, you smirked at him.

Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he knew exactly who you were. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since he laid his eyes on you last month. Your spitfire attitude had spread through the office and you’d made quite a name for yourself. Cutting impressive deals and smart talking anyone who tried to shoot you down. The only thing Jason had lacked was an opportunity to talk to you.

He held up his glass of whiskey and looked down at you, his dark eyes sweeping over your face, “A toast”, he leaned down towards you, his hot breath fanned across your cheek, “To Y/N”, his voice dipped lower, a gravelly rasp, “The most beautiful, enticing woman in the room”.

“You forgot to add smart”, your voice sounded more breathy than you intended, giving Jason an idea of the effect he was having over you.

He winked, “The most beautiful, enticing, smart mouthed woman in the room”.

“To me”.

You clinked your glass with his before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. The alcohol burnt your throat in the best way, the deep red of your lipstick staining the rim of the glass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the smudge, wondering if it would stain as nicely on his skin.

Downing the drink in one, Jason placed the glass on the bar, the bartender rushed over quickly, leaving the bottle of red wine next to Jason before scurrying off. Your tongue darting across your lips, savouring the taste of the luxurious drink.

Jason watched you closely, you felt alive under his burning stare, “I hope you’re enjoying working for The Iceberg Lounge”.

“Of course, Sir”.

He swallowed the growl threatening to escape his lips. The way you said it. The way your lips wrapped around the word Sir, how easily it rolled off your tongue. He took a deep breath. You riled him up with little to no effort.

You glanced around the gala, almost everyone from The Iceberg had turned up. Hundreds of people were braying in the room. Dancing, drinking, laughing and screeching. The music thudded in the background, the bass thrumming through your body. You had to hand it to Jason, he certainly knew how to host a company party. Well a man in charge of a chain of bars should really.

Jason gripped the bottle of wine swiftly, “It's getting rather lively in here princess, fancy a drink and a smoke on the balcony?”.

You nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bar. You sashayed through the crowd easily, Jason following close behind you. Slinking through the throes of people, you smirked to yourself. You were playing with fire but, you had to admit, you liked the heat that came with it.

———

When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze whipped around your body, nipping the bare skin on show. You shuddered slightly, looking up at the night sky. You were high enough that you could finally see the stars. They twinkled innocently, making you smile to yourself.

Jason placed the bottle of red on a nearby table, looking across at you. You looked even more stunning under the midnight stars. He coughed deeply, working his way across to the railing you were leaning against, “I’m surprised that you came alone, I find it hard to believe you struggled to get a date”.

You turned to him, your chandelier earrings dangling in the breeze, they captured the starlight and flickered elegantly, “I like coming to these things alone”, you mused, a coy smirk on your painted lips, “I like to see who else has come alone”.

“Oh”, he inched closer, the soft brush of his suit jacket against your bare arm made you flush, “So you’re on the lookout?”.

“Maybe”, your fingers wrapped around the metal bar and you looked over the edge. The bustle of Gotham City never ceased to amaze you, even at this height. And there you were, gazing at it with its unofficial Prince standing next to you.

Jason grinned, letting a cool finger stroke down your upper arm, “I might be able to help with that”.

You smirked, looking up catching his heated stare, “Are you going to introduce me to one of your rich friends?”.

“Trust me princess, they’re not your type”, he scoffed, his eyes tracing down the neckline of your dress, mapping every inch of your tantalising skin. He noticed a faint sparkle of glitter on your skin, along with a subtle scent of vanilla invading his senses.

Moving away from the balcony edge, you stepped into his space, fingers grasping the end of his tie, playing with it gently, “And what is my type?”.

Jason felt an unmatched desire burning in his gut when your hands toyed with his tie. He took a deep breath before cornering you into the balcony railing. His eyes were hooded with lust, “I know exactly what it is”.

The bitter metal pressed into your lower back and you bit back the moan creeping up your throat, desperate to escape. You snaked your hand up his solid chest and straightened out his shirt collar, “Well don't keep me in suspense, Sir”.

It was taking all of his self restraint not to bend you over the balcony and rail you from behind, especially when you kept calling him Sir. His hands gripped the balcony bar behind you, knuckles white from the force. Jason smirked, his voice dropping several octaves, “I can show you instead princess”.

The heat from his body was addictive and you leaned into it without thinking, breath catching in your throat. His aftershave was intoxicating and you felt your mind spinning. Jason pulled back suddenly and offered you his hand.

You slipped your hand into his and bit your plump bottom lip, “People are going to see us leaving together”.

“So?”, Jason shrugged, “Then they know we're going to have some fun, aren't we princess?”.

You shivered, letting his words drip over you. Oh the night was yet to begin and your heart was thrumming with excitement. You secured your fingers through his and started to pull him back inside so you could both leave.

“Of course Sir”.

The second you were back inside, Jason’s free hand wound around your waist, guiding you towards the elevators. He leaned down, hot breath fanning down your sensitive neck, “Yours or mine?”.

You pressed the down button on the lift pad a little more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You felt him smirk behind you, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Mine”, you whispered before slipping into the cart when the doors sprung open.

———

The taxi ride back to your apartment was filled with subtle touches and increasing tension. You’d expected Jason to pounce on you the second you slid into the backseat but he didn’t, simply keeping one arm around your shoulder, the other resting on your exposed knee drawing feather light circles.

“Keep the change”, Jason muttered, shoving a wad of cash through the divider before helping you out of the car.

His hand pressed into your lower back, rough fingers scraping against your soft skin. You shuddered, excited to feel his touch exploring the rest of your body. You led him through the marble floored lobby and up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of your door to retrieve your keys from your clutch.

His lips pressed into the junction of your neck, tongue lapping over your skin which flushed rapidly under his touch, “Hurry up princess”. You felt Jason’s hand stroke up the front of your dress, palming your breast greedily before pinching your nipple.

You gasped at the rush of sensations, almost dropping your keys. The overload of his touches made you shudder and your eyes close, head dipping forward.

“Unless you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see, I suggest you get that door open”, he growled, lips teasing the shell of your ear. His cock was straining against his suit trousers as he brushed it against your ass, groaning quietly.

Steadying your hands and your frayed mind, you slotted the key into your door, opening it as quickly as possible. Before you had any time to think, Jason crushed you against it, slamming it shut, his lips plastered to yours in a frenzied heat.

You moaned, the noise swallowed by his mouth as his tongue glided along yours. He could still taste the wine on your lips, mingling with your own sweet flavour. You dropped your bag and ran your hands up his chest, reaching his tie. Tugging it hard, you loosened it, enough to free him of it and start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jason smirked and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, enjoying the gasp of pleasure you released. You looked into his darkened gaze, giving him a sweet innocent smile before pushing him back against the hallway wall. His eyebrows lifted in surprise but he allowed you control, stroking the pads of his fingers up and down your spine.

With the last button popped open, your nails dragged down to his belt, unfastening it slowly, licking your lips.

“I bet this is what you thought about didn’t you?”, you teased, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down, slowly, “Me on my knees for you, swallowing your thick cock”.

You palmed him through his boxers, watching his face twist with held back desire. Your lips curved and you dropped to your knees, eye level with his hard shaft.

Jason groaned quietly, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tighter when your lips ghosted over the outline of his throbbing cock.

“Princess”, he warned huskily, voice laced heavy with lust.

The stings of pain as he pulled your hair shot down to your core, lighting up all of your nerves. You mewled and mouthed his tip, “I thought about it too…Sir”.

His hips rutted towards your face at your words and you grinned. You pulled his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock sprung free, slapping against his rippled abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, aching for him to sink into both your throat and pussy.

You nipped along his thick, muscled thighs, your lipstick smearing as you neared his pulsing length. He tensed with each bite and growled loudly, cock twitching with excitement.

“Princess if you keep-”, the words died in his throat when the wet heat of your mouth encased his cock in one swift motion. His head flung back, eyes scrunched shut at the feeling.

You purred around his shaft, tongue fluttering along the underside, tracing the vein there. Your hands stroked up and down his thighs as you worked your lips around him. Bobbing your head back and forth.

Each time you whined around him, the vibrations buzzed up his spine, sending his mind into a delirious haze of pleasure.

“Fuck!”, he grunted and fisted his hands into your hair, thrusting forward into your hot mouth.

The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat and you gagged around his cock, whimpering with desire. He caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes black with passion.

“Your lips look perfect wrapped around my big cock”, he smirked and thrust harder into your mouth, the wet, sinful sounds echoing in the hallway of your apartment.

Your pussy was soaked and each time you shuffled, the lace of your thong rubbed against your clit. The sensation made your skin flush but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.

Jason sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you swallow his cock. Your once perfect lipstick was smudged all over your mouth. Some stained his length. He groaned as you pulled back, tracing your tongue over the slit of his tip, hands kneading his inner thighs perfectly.

“Sir-please…”, your voice was raw as you spoke, wide eyes searching his, “I want you”.

He let his thumb run over your bottom lip, enjoying the way your lips wrapped around it without second thought, sucking softly. Jason dipped it down your chin before hooking it underneath, “Come here”.

You stood slowly, adjusting the strap of your dress which had fallen down your arm. Jason bracketed your hips and lifted you easily, letting your toned legs wrap around his waist. His lips moulded to yours, kissing you deeply. He could faintly taste himself on your tongue, the bitter arousal sparking through his body.

———

He carried you with ease through your apartment, occasionally banging into things along the way.

“Second d-door”, you moaned loudly when he bit your shoulder, “on the-the right”.

When you finally made it into your bedroom, after several stops along the way with Jason shoving you into the nearest wall, he dropped you down onto the bed.

You inched up the bedding slowly, watching him with hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. You made no show of hiding how much you admired his finely sculpted body. You licked your lips as his muscles flexed when he knelt onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles.

“You’re wearing too many clothes”, he complained as his fingers travelled up your bare leg before finally reaching the hem of the dress.

“What are you going to do-”, the tear of fabric was loud in the room, Jason’s face was knitted with desire.

“Jason!!”, you scolded loudly as he continued to rip the flimsy material off your body, leaving you bare beneath him in a skimpy lace thong. You watched as he threw the offending material to the floor, his predatory gaze turning back to you.

“Get on your knees”, he commanded, ignoring your protests about your once beautiful dress, “Now”.

You wanted to argue, but the twisting coil in the pit of your stomach made you comply readily. You saw his pleased smirk before you rested your head against your forearms, pressing your ass and core to him.

He whistled appreciatively, slapping his hand over one of your cheeks. You moaned wantonly, muffling your cries into the flesh of your arm.

“Don’t you dare”, he growled and spanked you harder, your skin becoming hot and prickly, “I want to hear every sound you make”.

The thong you had on framed your ass perfectly, barely covering your glistening pussy. He smoothed two fingers through your silken core, sinking them into you slowly. Jason grunted when your walls tried to pull him further.

He removed his hand and spread your wetness along the back of your thigh, pushing your thong to the side. You whined in protest at the loss of sensation and pushed back. Jason gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement, “Tell me what you want princess”.

Heat crept over your flushed skin as he teased you, the tip of his cock sweeping through your sopping folds. You ignored his question and circled your hips, mewling his name.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back forcefully, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, “I said, tell me what you want”.

“Your cock”, your moans were depraved as you felt the overload of euphoria thrumming through your veins, “I want you to fuck me”.

Jason kissed the spot behind your ear, sucking a mark there before muttering, “Where are your manners princess?”.

You dug your nails into the sheets below in frustration before panting desperately, “Please Sir, please fuck me”.

He chuckled darkly behind you, tugging your hair again, before sinking his cock into your pussy fully. You cried out at the delicious sting as he stretched your walls with his thick girth.

Jason gave you no time to adjust before slamming his hips back into yours harshly, keeping your hair wound around his fist as he thrust into you.

The air was filled with the sounds of your debauched moans and his skin slapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your first orgasm hit you without any warning.

Jason cursed behind you as your velvet walls spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became shallow as he drove harder into you, working you through your climax.

Changing the angle of his thrusts, the head of his shaft slammed against your g spot repeatedly as he ploughed faster into your pussy. You sobbed his name into the bed sheets, gripping them tightly. You were certain your nails were going to rip through the fabric.

“That’s it princess”, he coaxed, tugging your hair back, “I know you’ve got another one for me”. He snaked his hand around your front, rubbing over your clit furiously.

“Jason!”, you cried his name loudly, vision going blank as he fucked you into another powerful climax. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he fell into his own release, emptying himself in your tight core.

“Fuck!”, he rasped, releasing your hair and holding onto your hips as his thrusts slowed down to a complete still.

Pulling out of you, he groaned under his breath as he saw some of his seed drip down your folds. You collapsed down onto the bed, flat on your front, fighting to catch your breath. Jason dropped down next to you, relaxing on his back, his own chest heaving with deep pants.

You hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. If ever. With the last of your energy, you rolled onto your side, a sly grin on your face, “Got time for another?”. Your fingers stroked down the grooves of his abs, following the dark trail of hair.

Jason grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, nipping at the pulse on your wrist, “Definitely”.

He pulled you on top of him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as your lips danced together again, drinking in each other. You knew he would only be here for the night but, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to make the most of it.

***

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[sporesgalaxy]

I know this is something u were probably asked before but as the guy that has a good relationship with art....how do you do that??? I mean I get that this question is vague but how do you not care if it looks bad? Do you just?? Keep on going till it looks like you want it to look? Despite the agonies? You seem like you enjoy talking abt this thats why im asking, dont feel the need to answer if u dont wanna

hmmmm. You know, I don't think about the agonies much these days. But it's not that I don't care. I guess I've become a freak who sees beauty in the agonies, sorta? It's kind of complicated! I will do my best to explain!

First of all, I know that I have the unfair advantage of having no ambition. I don't have a goal for my art besides making art when I feel like it. That makes it easy to be less judgemental-- I remember having a rockier relationship to my own art during the time when I thought I would make it my career.

This is why I like talking about my perspective, though!! I think it's important to try not to let yourself be consumed by self-criticism as an artist, even if self-criticism is necessary for you, and hopefully my carefree way of looking at things can help balance things out haha.

Anyways, ambition or not-- and I know how this sounds but bear with me-- art doesn't ever look bad.

(Barring ethically harmful art, ugh, I don't want to get into ethics so just-- surely you know what I mean!!!)

Art gets a lot less stressful if you can tell yourself that no art is bad, and remember the reasoning behind that until you really believe it. It isn't a fast process, but it's very worth the work.

The truth is that art either looks how you want it to look, or it looks different from the way you want it to look, but both are ultimately neutral. You CAN make art that looks different from what you wanted, that you still feel pleased with.

When art looks different from how you wanted, the gut reaction you have is often to call it bad or get frustrated. And of course it's frustrating! Maybe you feel it's not as effective at communicating something as you'd hoped, or you feel it's not as visually impactful as you imagined...but it's important to remember those things are only your perception. Not an objective fact. And art is a two-way street! A communication between creator and observer! And communication is really weird and complicated.

•••

Other people's perception of your work won't ever be exactly the same as yours. Sometimes this is desireable and sometimes it isn't! Maybe your art will communicate the thing better to someone than anything they've ever seen-- even if a more effective version could theoretically exist, the "imperfect" version that actually exists and communicates is all that matters to the observer. Or, maybe a feature that turned out exactly how you wanted it to will fly completely over an observer's head, and not have the effect you wanted at all. A lot of the time, you'll never even know.

An artist can NEVER fully control an observer's perspective, so at a certain point you have to live with what you have. You already do this, to some degree, if you have ever EVER decided to stop working on a piece of art and share it. You can always keep adding to something. You can always keep editing. But sometimes, you stop. And perfection doesn't exist, so when you stop it must be because the art is good enough for now. And nothing about "good enough" is objective!

And is that really so bad? Surely people who grow fruit understand that a fruit which is smaller than they imagined can still feed somebody-- that at the very least it will feed bugs and microorganisms and be useful as fertilizer to grow more apples. Your art still means something, still accomplishes something, is still worth making whether it turns out how you imagined or not.

A lot of art is learning when to quit and move on. As a habitual perfectionist, this was something I had to learn early, to stop myself from erasing holes into every piece of paper I drew on.

There's this rule I was taught in middle school drama class: if you fuck up, act like you didn't fuck up. The audience doesn't have your script memorized, so odds are they won't have any idea you fucked up unless you tell them. Other art works the same way. No one knows what you wanted to make but you. And more importantly, a "perfect" version of your art doesn't exist (no "perfect" version of anyone's art exists, or ever will).

The version you made exists, so you have to find what's worth loving about that version. You have found what's worth loving in the imperfect art of others many times. Many observers will treat your art the same way you treat others' art. Why not treat your own art that way, too?

It sounds really REALLY corny, but I try not to think of this as embracing "mistakes." I think of it as celebrating coincidences.

I really really like coincidences. I like that every circumstance wasn't guaranteed to happen, that everything comes down to chance. I think all the little random things are beautiful because they turned out however they did, and not any of the millions of other ways things might have turned out. It's a coincidence that my genes expressed the way they did. It's a coincidence that my parents met in college. It's a coincidence that my oldest friend and I both got to middle school early every day, and stayed close even when we didn't share any classes.

Art is full of coincidences! I try to draw a straight line. The line does not turn out straight, because of the way my hand is shaped and the way my muscles contracted, because my body is not exactly like anyone else's in the world. No one else would have drawn that slightly not-straight line just exactly how I did. It's mine, and it's crookedness is what makes my art mine. Okay, maybe it's a little too crooked for what I want this time-- I'll erase it and draw a new crooked line at a bit of a different angle. There we go, I like that! Now it's my beautiful, irreplaceable crooked line! And the ghost of its predecessor guides the eye just so, and no one else's two crooked lines would guide your eye the same way, only mine! Isn't that nice on its own? Just to have made something that can't ever be replicated? To have made something no one else has ever made before?

You can also apply this in a bit less dreamy and more practical ways, I promise haha.

For example...I've never been a canvas flipper, as a digital character artist. I don't mirror my canvases to see if they still look preportional to me from either direction. I also don't usually draw visual novel character sprites that need to look good mirrored in either direction to serve their function, so it's never been a practical concern of mine.

I consider many kinds of distortion on a character I've drawn to be a good part of the visual flow of the image. Like a smear frame in animation, distoriton in the right places can make character art look dynamic and energized because it can lead the eye through a certain visual flow over the form of the character. If I were to flip the canvas, that eye-leading effect might hit differently because my American eye is used to reading from left to right-- perhaps it doesn't feel as "smooth" going in the opposite direction. This doesn't mean I need to change the distortion necessarily, it just means I prefer not to flip the canvas.

Often, these distortions aren't intentional. They're a coincidence of how my muscles move as I draw, and the areas my left-to-right American eyeballs instinctively pay more attention to. But the effect is still desireable to me. So, happy coincidence!

I think...that's the best I've got for now? Feel free to ask for clarification. I hope it's not total nonsense!

#asks #art tips

[hanniebanggi]

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 • 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, established relationship

warnings: y/n is she/her, some profanities.

Chan leaned against the doorway of their cozy apartment kitchen, watching Y/N move around with practiced ease as she prepared dinner. The sight was familiar yet surreal, considering where they had started. 

In high school, they were fierce rivals, constantly competing against each other in dance competitions. Chan had always admired Y/N's skill and determination, but he never let that admiration soften his competitive edge. Y/N was his rival—someone he needed to surpass.

"Just because you won right now, does not mean I'm bad at dancing." Y/N said while holding the silver trophy with number two carved on it.

"Just admit it, kid. I'm better than you'll ever be." Chan said with smirk on his face, waving his gold trophy in front of Y/N.

"Well that's because I just started a year ago, little dumbass. And who are you calling kid? I'm literally taller than you. Bet you learned dancing from the dwarves."

"Oh, you think you're funny? You look like The Grinch with your green ass outfit!"

"Knobhead!"

"Ugly!"

Their rivalry continued through college, where they both pursued dance as a major. It was during those intense years of training, late-night practices, and heated competitions that something unexpected happened. Amidst the rivalry, a mutual respect grew. They pushed each other to new heights, each striving to outdo the other while secretly admiring their passion and dedication.

"It would be better if we're in a V formation before that. It looked messy." Y/N said as they looked at the wide mirror.

"You think so? But it's my choreo, right?" 

"And I'm improving it." 

"Why don't we ask Soonyoung then, huh."

"CAN'T YOU TWO GET ALONG FOR ONCE?!" Soonyoung groaned as he looked at the two in front of him.

It wasn't until after college, at a chance encounter in a dance workshop, that they began to see each other differently. They bonded over their shared experiences, the highs and lows of their dance journeys, and soon realized that beyond the rivalry lay a genuine connection. 

From fighting because of who's the better dancer, the better one to lead the group, the better choreographer to fighting on who's paying for the meal, fighting whether Chan will walk with Y/N until she gets home, fighting if Chan would drive Y/N to her errands. And fighting their own self about their feelings.

Now, here they were—five years into a relationship and newly married. Chan still couldn't quite believe it sometimes, how the competitive fire that once burned between them had transformed into something deeper, warmer, and lasting.

Lost in his thoughts, Chan's gaze lingered on Y/N, who was humming softly to herself as she chopped vegetables. She glanced up, catching his eye with a warm smile.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Y/N teased, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Chan chuckled, crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around her from behind. "Just admiring my talented wife."

Y/N laughed, leaning back into his embrace. "And I thought you were supposed to be the tough, competitive one."

Chan rested his chin on her shoulder, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I guess some rivalries have a way of turning into the best partnerships."

Y/N turned in his arms, her expression softening. "I'm glad ours did."

Chan pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling a surge of gratitude for how far they had come. "Me too, baby. Me too."

"You're too sweet, maybe you can chop these up."

"Nope, I won the rock paper scissors, you do that, pretty."

"Tsk." Y/N said as Chan removed his arms from Y/N's and laughed loudly.

"Alright, I'll do it. Just sit there, baby."

#seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt fluff #svt ff #svt dino #svt drabbles #dino x reader #lee dino #lee chan #lee chan fluff #lee chan fanfic #lee chan fic #svt reaction #seventeen dino #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #Spotify

[tgmsunmontue]

You need to learn how to fall 4/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Air Force and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE 2003-2006 2007-2010

2011-2015 – The later years

                He’s approached about doing his doctorate and he does a double-take, reading through the email again. They’ll pay him a stipend, as well as his study costs, and his travel to a variety of free fall simulators around the world in order to carry out research. It seems too good to be true, so he reads through it carefully. And then again. It’s specifically for military freefall (MFF), which includes both high altitude low opening (HALO) and high altitude high opening (HAHO) operations. They’re versatile techniques used by Special Forces and Bradley is already familiar with the Free Fall Analysis and Simulation Tool (FAST). He’d be building on the work already undertaken, further developing understanding of dynamics of MFF and spin recovery.

                Holy shit.

                Holy.

                Fucking.

                Shit.

                He prints it off the email and contract that came as an attachment and takes it to show Ice and Mav, wants them to look it over incase he’s missed something. Is quiet while they read through it, Ice reading over Mav’s shoulder.

                “Do you want to go back and study?”

                “I hadn’t thought about it to be honest. But this would be so cool…”

                “It’s not here, but sounds like they’re flexible around location. And would pay for your travel and accommodation. This is a very generous offer…” Ice says, and his eyes are narrowed and he looks suspicious; Bradley knows then that he’s going to find a catch. He knew it was going to be too good to be true.

                “Your name needs to stay on the research. Any papers they publish in the future, they need to reference you by your name, not the funder of the study. Add a clause that states until you have, say, twenty publications, you remain a key contributor.”

                Bradley hadn’t thought that was a big deal, but he shrugs, guesses Ice knows better than him.

                “That’s assuming you want to go into research and doing this for something other than just… for the fun of it?” Ice says, his tone shifting and Bradley realizes that he was maybe reading it as if he himself was going to do it and why would Ice want to be involved… It’s then that he realizes that he could potentially save lives with research. Knowing how to fall out of plane, work a chute, get out of a spin fast, land. Those are all skills that you can learn, that’s he’s learnt, is busy perfecting and practicing as much as he can.

                “Yeah. This would be great to do too.”

…             …             …

                Tom stares at the press release, the word CONFIDENTIAL stamped through as a watermark. His hands shake a little before he catches it and stills them. He can marry Maverick. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is being repealed. After tomorrow his proposal of a year and a half ago could actually mean a wedding. He doesn’t want a wedding, not really. What he wants is to be married to Pete, and not have his career suffer for it. Although he’s definitely decided to fuck off and leave the Navy if they have a problem with him and his life with Pete. There are some things more important than the Navy, and while it may have taken him a few years to realize it, his cancer had been a good reminder. He pushes back from his desk and goes to find the man in question, of course in the garage tinkering on the one bike Tom lets him keep at the house. If he didn’t place limits their place would resemble a junkyard.

                “I love you…” he says, and it’s quiet words and Pete immediately looks to him, grinning and abandoning whatever it is he’s working on, wiping his hands on a rag and stepping in close.

                “I love you too… what brought this on? Empty house?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, like Bradley being away somehow offers more freedom when he has a completely separate

                “Hmm,” he hums, noncommittal. “If we could get married tomorrow what would you want?”

                “Uh… what do you mean?”

                “Lots of people? Us in our dress whites? Flowers? Big sit-down meal?” Tom asks, thinking about the weddings he’s been to.

                “Uh… what? What’s wrong? Why are you asking me this? Ice? Tom…?”

                He realizes then that Pete thinks that maybe the cancer is back and he shakes his head.

                “I’m perfectly healthy, and I’ll prove it to you later. Just let me dream…”

                “What would you want?”

                “Just us and Bradley, maybe Slider and his family. Quiet and not a big fuss.”

                “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

…             …             …

                His first time in a free fall simulator is fun for the novelty aspect. It’s nothing like actual skydiving but the amount of data they can collect is immense, and he gets to try out some risky moves he wouldn’t actually ever attempt in the air. It’s exhilarating when some of them pay off and sobering when they don’t. Working with people who find skydiving as exhilarating and as interesting as he does is a separate thrill and results in his first long-term serious relationship. She’s whip-crack smart, challenges his ideas and best of all she gets on with both Mav and Ice. When they end things after nearly three years they remain friends.

…             …             …

                Pete watches Bradley walk across the stage to accept his doctorate and claps until his hands are red and painful. Grins at Ice, brushes his fingers over the platinum band on Ice’s ring finger in his silent way of saying I love you.

                “Our son is a doctor of skydiving…”

                “No. He has a doctorate in physics. There is a difference.”

                “Doctor of skydiving sounds cooler…”

PROLOGUE TAKE 2 - 2016 onwards (NEXT PART)

#IceMav #Top Gun fanfic #Hangster #you need to learn how to fall

[thepalaceofharuhime]

Hmmm…

Looking at your fandoms, I can’t help but think some sort of Bingqiu in Spy X Family (or a SxF Xianxia fusion) could be super fun!

The question is… what would their roles be.

Assassin Luo Binghe, or spy Luo Binghe… and which of them gets gender swapped. 🤔

Oh!! Maybe Shen Yuan was meant to be an ally of the female half of the main duo, Liu Mingyan, but through shenanigans he somehow ends up with her role instead, and the System demands he fake marry Binghe anyway. 😂

This is exactly the kind of prompt i was hoping for! TY!!! 🙏

The way i see it Binghe would definitely be the assassin, Shen Yuan is too big of a softie not to mention one who so easily put on the mask of another man before so he would definitely be the spy.

But also being oblivious to feelings yet a capable badass, bad in the kitchen, feeling inadequate as a partner? All Shen Yuan. Binghe with his protagonist Halo meanwhile would fit better with Mr. All around perfect Husband. So i guess it'd be a little like Yor and Loyd had switched professions.

Shen Yuan's over protective brother in a position of power? I wonder who that would be? Enter Shen Jiu haha. Rather than secret police he'd be a detective looking in to all the murders rather than keeping state secrets from spies though. To keep that rivalry between him Binghe. The family member Binghe became an assassin to provide for? His mom. The gardener AKA the guy who hired him and hands him his missions? Meng Mo. Franky,the spy's funny informant and gadget supplier, occasional babysitter and not to mention bestfriend? Shang Qinghua.

I dont know if i should replace Fiona with Liu Quinge as Fiona's character really would fit Binghe better. But Liushen is a weakness of mine even if onesided and those two were just made for coworker romances. Maybe I should give Binge someone trying to woe him too? Sha hualing? Then if i dont go with your other idea of having SY transmigrate in to Liu Mingyan (which i am saving up in my head because i absolutely love the idea) then i can add something in the background with her and Sha hualing. I'm positive i could find a way to write in Mobei for SQH or i could go with Scumplane and have him end up Shen Jiu and actually yeah that would work, need to distract SJ long enough for Bingyuan to get it on afterall. Oh what about SQH x SJ x LQG? Or should Shen Yuan get a second husbandafterall? Alternatively imagine LQG crying over a bowl of icecream.

Next question is if SY didnt transmigrate into LMY then who is he? What about Ning Yingying? Who could be SJ's little sister in this world? Or he couldve just been put in there as a female version of himself. Or like it was with Shen quingiu a character who vaguely resembles him and has a similar name. She just happens to be a woman though. Or maybe go with the mulan aproach and have him crossdress? But then how does he explain to his brother that he's suddenly - he could say that he's in love with binghe and the only way to marry him was fake his papers to pretend to be a woman since queer marriage isnt yet allowed in their fictional country. Like no one cares if they date its just they havent gotten to the legalisation of marriage yet. And if SJ asks why they had to get married so suddenly anyway (cuz no way in hell is SY getting away with saying he forgot to tell him for a year) he could say that they had to so they could adopt their daughter. Who in this case scenario could be Ning Yingying, should she still have Anyas powers? damian could be Ming fan or the little palace girl or whatever (im not yet far enough in the books to now her and the old man that well so id have to check the wiki) and i could make the palace master donovan desmond and have SY and LBH team up to take him down in the end.

Anyways yeah these are just some ideas, and again thanks for the prompt! I can't wait to write this! Maybe i'll draw something for it later too. ❤️

#mxtx svsss #svsss #svsss fanfiction #svsss au #luo binghe #luo bingge #luo bingmei #fanfiction #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #liu qingge #liu mingyan #ning yingying #sha hualing #shang qinghua #spy x family #spy x family au #fake marriage

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 18: Ancient

The moment they flipped into the dimension, there wasn’t a single doubt it was the right one.

It was an empty white, with a white tiled floor that reflected ambient light from… somewhere.

There was nothing to see other than that -no landmarks, no plants, nothing alive-

Except for that thing.

Bowser would have retched, but he knew better than to give in -to possibly let it out of his sight.

He still registers how Mario was shocked still, and that Peach had let out a strangled gasp.

Their Paper versions are behind them, but he still feels the way they started back by the air they displaced hitting his tail.

The thing- he hates how it almost looks like Luigi- hates how the bastard clown’s characteristics mangled his body into something that shouldn’t exist.

They need to take it down but he’s not sure if they can do it without killing Luigi.

Mario felt like a part of him was dying.

Sometimes, he swears he knows exactly what Luigi is feeling, whether they be across the room or miles away. He can just… tell, and Luigi has admitted to feeling the same way sometimes.

But now?

He doesn’t want to know, or even guess what Luigi is feeling- not now, when…

But he’s not given that choice.

He can feel it in pulses: fearful agony washing over him in waves of nervousness, panic, hysteria, what happened to him-

“What- what is that?”

He jerks his head to Peach, looking away from the thing (why is it just staring?) and realizing she seems to shiver with each wave.

Wait a minute- “You- feel it too?” Peach says nothing, but the distress that grows on her face is enough for Mario to edge closer to her-

-go go gO AWAY!RUNPLEASE-

And stops dead to snap back to a suddenly closer— Not-Luigi. How-?

“YOU’VE FINALLY ARRIVED, HEROES!”

It’s loud -intense in a way that cuts through his brain.

“IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE’VE LAST MET ISN’T IT? YOU MUST BE DYING TO MEET ME.”

He hates how the thing smiles, splitting his baby brother's face open. He hates-

“NO RESPONSE? WHAT A TOUGH CROWD.”

It. Keeps. Smiling.

“NONETHELESS, I BELIVE THE UNIVERSE DESERVES AN ENCORE, DOES IT NOT?”

The sneer on its face is sickening, and Mario realizes that it might be the last thing he sees of- “Let this show begin.”

And everything went wrong.

Peach wasn’t sure what she saw, or what she felt during the battle- everything was too much, too fast, and she swears she heard Luigi- even though it seemed impossible.

Facing this… entity, Peach would have thought it ancient, from how it seemed to move with power behind each attack, curling and creaking into itself only to spring forward with malicious intent.

She tries to not think of it as a wind-up doll, or one of those… 'Harlequins' that she read from a book gifted by Luigi.

It was the latest birthday gift he gave her, and she doesn’t want to entertain the idea that it might be the last.

She is utterly grateful that she fights next to Mario, Bowser, and their Paper Versions. It feels daunting to even go near, never mind fight the thing wearing her friend’s face.

She would have it any other way, if only because Luigi isn’t with them.

Inside, somewhere, Luigi is screaming.

But they only hear Dimentio’s laughter.

#bowuigi #KAIJUNE Prompt #Super Dimentio #but like #cosmic horror #in Green Bean-Jester shape #Also #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH #and #Happy Father's Day

[howlingday]

Harley Quinn arc: Pyrrha gets her therapy session

"Um, hello? Dr. Quinn?"

"Pyrrha!" Harley sang, waving her arm towards herself. "Come in, come in! I was wonderin' when you'd get in here!"

"Well, Nora, Ren, and Jaune all said you were good."

"Oh, that's so great! I'm glad to see my reviews are so high. Now, would you like to take a seat for your first session with Dr. Harley Quinn?"

"Is there a form I need to sign?" Pyrrha asked.

"Ya know, you're the first person to catch in the middle of the session." She began to rifle through her desk. "I get so caught up in these sessions that I always forget until the session is over to get these papers signed." She giggled. "Of course, I'd nevah breathe a word about my patients, paper or no paper."

"Oh, well, if it's not too much trouble..."

"It ain't, Ms. Nikos." She pulled up the non-disclosure agreement from the cabinet and handed it to her. "If anything, I'd get in more trouble because I wasn't catching these soonah."

Pyrrha looked over the paper carefully, pen in her hand and ready to sign. Once she did, she handed the paper back over to Dr. Quinn, who took the paper and placed it delicately on the desk. She gave a giggle, then slid her notebook in front of her.

"So, I take it this isn't your first therapy session."

"Er, no, it isn't." Pyrrha shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "After a... falling out I had with one of my agents, I was recommended to seek counseling."

"Ooh, juicy~! Care to share?"

"It wasn't anything too serious. My agent just made some suggestions that I didn't feel comfortable with. When he pressed the issue, I may have... threatened him."

"Oohoohoohoo~!" Harley quickly caught herself. "I'm sorry. That was unprofessional of me. I just didn't expect you to be the threatenin' type."

"I... guess not."

"What was it yer agent tried to get ya into? Somethin' sleazy?"

"Yes, it was... It was a swimsuit photoshoot."

"Ick! And at your age?"

"Mhm," Pyrrha nodded, "my new agent was concerned of 'lingering issues' and recommended I receive counseling to ensure I'd be able to compete."

"I know just the type." Harley shook her head. "Where I come from, there's a lotta folks like that, tryin' ta get ya to do things ya don't wanna. Thankfully, ya ain't gotta deal wit the creeps like them."

"I... guess so." Pyrrha sighed. "Still, there are times when I think about what he said would happen if I didn't do it. Things like how I'd 'fall out of the spotlight,' that I'd 'get replaced in no time'. Things like that."

"Mhm, and do ya think that may have affected yer sense of self-worth?"

"Would it?"

"It did fer me. See, when I was younger, I met a guy and he made me feel special. When I left him, or he left me, he'd find someone else to take my place. Then I met the gal he replaced me with."

"Really?"

"Yuh-huh, and some piece of work she was!" Harley sighed. "I tried to talk some sense into her, but all I got for it was this nasty scar on my neck and my current beau's home getting burned down."

"Oh my!"

"I doubt something so drastic happened to you, but let me tell you something I told myself when I was going through it. Something that literally save my life. Every voice in my head was telling me this new gal was supposed to be the newer, better, hotter version of me. And I admitted to some facts."

Pyrrha leaned in.

"One, yes, she was younger than me. And yeah, maybe she was hotter than me. And sure, I went to easy on her and she whooped my butt. BUT there was one thing she didn't have on me. She'd NEVER be Harley Quinn, and I made sure she never fucking forgot it!"

Pyrrha leapt at the profanity.

"Sorry, sorry!" Harley waved. "Totally unprofessional. But maybe you should try it out sometime. Next time you feel like you could be replaced, just tell yourself this one thing. Look in the mirror, and say 'I'm Pyrrha Nikos! And ain't nobody gonna replace me!' Got it?"

"Y-Yes, Dr. Quinn!"

"Call me Harley, sweetie. Everyone already does."

#rwby #rwby au #mama harley au #harley quinn #pyrrha nikos #harleen quinzel

[appleblossoms08]

This is a written down version Albrechts essay. (Yes, this took me quite a while)

I wrote this in may last year and my handwriting was (and tbh still is) not that clean. Plus the ink bled through the paper wich was my fault for not properly testing it.

Anyways the font doesn't even really make sense. Sütterlin or Kurrent was used from 1915 on till 1941. It was first used to unite the country with a font wich was to be taught at all German schools. The Nazis later deemed it as a "Jewish" font and banned it in 1941.

Since we know, that Napola plays in the year 1942 they probably wouldn't have used this handwriting anymore. Especially not in Napolas.

But I still like how it tuned out. Though the writing is a bit messy since, how I already mentoned, the ink bled through the paper and second because my writing skills are not that great. The porportions and some letters are a bit off and Albrechts handwriting would look alot better than mine. I guess the amount of poems and storys he has written gave him alot of practice and the pressure of his parents made him have a good handwriting.

#albrecht stein #napola #German #Deutsche Kurrentschrift #cursive #Sütterlin #caligraphy #napola elite für den führer #before the fall #ink #napola before the fall

[anagirl-23]

Lyrics that make me think of my ed and make me cry

"Shut up, count your calories. I never looked good in mom jeans. Wish I was like you. Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body. Maybe I should try harder" -Prom Queen, Beach Bunny

"Why do I always spill? I feel it coming out my throat, guess I better wash my mouth out with soap" -Soap, Melanie Martinez

"And I could lie say I like it like that, like it like that. But nothin' is better sometimes" -When the party's over, Billie Eilish

"Then hate my reflection, for years and years. I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost" -The Archer, Taylor Swift

"I can change everything about me to fit in...And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try try try" -Mirrorball, Taylor Swift

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room, 'cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper white teeth and perfect bodies. Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty's not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back" -Jealousy Jealousy, Olivia Rodrigo

"Everybody wants you. But I don't like a hold rush. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?" -Gold Rush, Taylor Swift

"You say to me your jeans don't fit. You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss" -Perfect Now, Louis Tomlinson (the whole song brings me so much comfort, I can't put it onto words)

"And she's got that body, always gotta flaunt it. Everybody's looking up. When she walks by you wanna be her" -Prom Queen, Molly Kate Kestner

"They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe" -Brutal, Olivia Rodrigo

"Pill diet, piell diet. If they give you a new pill then you will but it. If they say to kill yourself then you will try it. All the make-up in the world, won't make you less insecure. You got weights in your pockets when you go to the doctor's" -Sippy Cup, Melanie Martinez

"I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight" -All too well (10 minute version), Taylor Swift

"From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes. I have my blood, sweat and tears for this. I hosted parties and starved my body. Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren't funny" -You're on your own kid, Taylor Swift

"She wants to feel like she did before. She looks into her mirror wishing someone could hear her, so loud" -Mirrors, Niall Horan

"Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby. And I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out" -Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

"You never want to know how much you weight. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me" -Little Things, One Direction

"I wanna eat, I wanna stay thin. I wanna dance but I gotta stay in. Hey, skinny skinny, don't you think about the futur. Hey, skinny skinny too bad, too bad" -Skinny Skinny, Ashton Irwin

And the whole fucking song Smaller than this by Sara Kays, like, every damn line

#th1nsp1r4t10n #tw ed rant #ana stuff #ana trigger #exercise #tw ana shit #i wanna be thinner #ed disorder #anad1et #ed di3t #⭐️ve #⭐️ving #tw ana diary #an0r3c1a #pro a4n tips #tw ana fast #tw ana relapse #tw ana trigger #anorex14 #anabllr #th1n$po #thin$po #thiiiinspo #th1gh gap #th!n$p0 #i need to be thin #th!nspo

[entity9silvergen]

Anytime I get into a Daredevil fanfiction phase, I get so upset about things people get wrong I am tempted to make a tumblr rant about it and I have decided now is the time.

Before I get into it I would like to note this isn't bashing a specific fic and I understand authors write for fun and don't have to be 100% accurate which is why I am screaming on tumblr instead of leaving comments (because that would be a dick move).

For context, at age 10(ish) I began the slow process of accumulating every Daredevil comic at my local comic shop and I do not have those on me currently to check how many comics that is but from some online googling, it is at least 9 inches of the original Daredevil comics starting in 1964, probably about ten years of comics including the crossover issues. So I have strong feelings, unfortunately.

Also for context, the fanfiction I am reading is from the TV show so this isn't about plot stuff. This is about the fundamentals of the character. Specifically, I get incredibly incensed when people get Daredevil's powers wrong.

More specifically, I am most upset about his enhanced sense of touch is written. I don't really remember how the TV show handled it, I think they gave him silk sheets because he was sensitive about feeling all the threads, but the thing that comes up in fanfic is how he uses it to read.

Daredevil can read. He does it by touching the paper. It doesn't matter if it's printed or handwritten. He can feel it. Literally on the first few pages of the first issue when they're explaining how his powers work, he reads a newspaper. Newspaper is like the only example they use to explain this power and if he can read newspaper, he can read other stuff.

Also, he can tell color by touch. I don't know if I've ever seen it in a fic and it's not really relevant but I'd like to talk about it. He has to practice but he can feel the pigments in stuff and kind of guess what color things are. I don't really know how it works but Daredevil is pretty good at it.

There's an issue where there's a life or death situation where he needs to tell the color of something and he gets kind of nervous about it and is magically given his sight back (not going to get into the problems with that, he later decides to get un-magicked and go back to being blind) so like it's not a 100% thing but he talks about how he's usually right.

This man uses braille but he can still read when it isn't. Let Matt read.

Okay anyway, the thing that really bothers me is in crossover fanfic with Spider-Man is when people make Spider-Man's senses on par with or stronger than Daredevil's.

Spider-Man (arguably) does not have enhanced senses (depending on the version). It's not really his main power though, as opposed to Daredevil whose only power is his senses, so it feels kind of rude to write the super strong, wall-crawling, precognitive genius with senses better than the guy who's only thing is enhanced senses.

Part of that is just preference and me not liking characters being overpowered for no reason but really guys, he has one thing. You can do whatever you want but he only has the one thing. Let him have it.

Not in the same vein but I did read a fic recently where Daredevil, despite "the world on fire," was using sight to locate things and again I do not want to get into specific fics so I'm done now okay bye

#rant #daredevil #daredevil tv #matt murdock #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #marvel mcu #daredevil fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #spider man

[centrally-unplanned]

To recount a twitter story, Kenny Lauderdale posted this very normcore review of the English release of Gainax VN Princess Maker 2 from the May 1996 edition of the (Michigan) Times Herald:

It includes some great quotes, like Japanese professor Etsuko Yamashita believing its existence is a step back for feminism - very amusing given how gender-equal the player base for these games is today! Time marches past us all. Sometimes for the better - it cost $140 in Japan on release!?

But what I found interesting was the art featured - because that isn't Princess Maker 2?

This is PM2, that girl above is not our player-named protagonist.

Turns out that is art is from Princess Maker 3:

You can see specific scenes like the beach as well, in case you had any doubt. This is weird though because, well, Princess Maker 3 came out in January of 1997? More than half a year after this article was published! Which means they somehow had access to promotional material for Princess Maker 3? Which to be clear absolutely did exist at the time - in fact, Princess Maker 3 was bought up by Sony as a limited release for their brand-new console the Playstation. PM3 was actually featured on the cover of the first ever volume of the Dengeki Playstation magazine, released in January of 1995 (the PS1 coming out in December 1994):

Alas I haven't found a copy of this scanned online, so I can't say what it contained. This being two years before the game's release does honestly point to some development hell drama, the timeline for a game back then should not be that lengthy. Man, wonder what was happening at Gainax in 1995 that might have been a distraction...

Still, we have a question of how this American newspaper article got their hands on them. It also seems worthwhile to note that this article is syndicated - it was published in a dozen newspapers across the country around this time, but with different titles and photos to fit each paper's needs. And other papers do have correct Princess Maker 2 screenshots on them!

I have no grand answer here or anything, sorry guys, but I think we can infer it. The article itself actually mentions that a "third one" is now in the works, which is something they would have learned from the publisher of the English version, IntraCorp (they weren't reading Japanese press magazines in 1996!). IntraCorp likely wanted them to mention it because they themselves were going to hopefully license it, assuming the first (well, second) one was successful - this was their first foray into this specific licensing niche, previously making action games like Witchaven II: Blood Vengeance. In early 1996 they sent out copies & press kits to reviewers, and I am guessing that copy almost certainly included - perhaps poorly labeled - promotional material for Princess Maker 3 as well that Gainax had provided them, so they would mention it in the article and seed hype. The harried layout editor at The Times Herald opened the wrong folder and threw them on the page by mistake - after all the author didn't work for him, he worked for the Associated Press. He had no experience with the game to know his error.

We will never know because this is a niche curiosity from almost 30 years ago, sure, but we will also never know because the game being reviewed above...was never released! IntraCorp declared bankruptcy soon after the publication of this article. They were not the localizers themselves - a team of 4 people called SoftEgg were - but their contract with them was binding enough that it left the virtually-finished translated copy in perpetual legal limbo. Eventually it was leaked onto the internet as a form of abandonware a few years later. The hard-working men of America never got to be "Sim Dad" in 1996 unless they were intrepid enough to be UseNet Forum users hunting down and running Japanese-language romhacks.

Which is not a hypothetical, that was occurring. I will leave you all with the opening quote from the rec.arts.anime group's User Manual for navigating your Nihongo copy of Princess Maker 2, preserved still in the roms you can download today:

We all know of Gainax as being the wonderful company that brought us Wings of Honneamise, Otaku no Video as well as multitudes of garage kits and other paraphenelia. However with the release of Princess Maker 2, one might think that their true calling is in computer software! This band of self described otakus which managed to lose almost all their profits in the anime business have come back by releasing several computer games (some of which were on display at Anime Con).

...written, of course, in 1994 :)

#princess maker 2 #Ash Obscure Anime History Annals #gainax

[gamerbearmira]

The Madrgals

I've been stalling on posting this because I'm not sure anyone will get or like this au but. Whatever. I'm going for it. This actually started out as a joke, where I just badly drew the Madrigals. Originally their names weren't even different but I mispelled Pedro name and this came to be 💀

Lee get it

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The Madrigals were more than surprised to wake up the day after Antonio's ceremomy to find a rather large gift box sitting on the dining table. It was a simple box, the color being completely white. Upon walking up to it, they immediately see a piece of paper. Alma walks up to it cautiously, reading it.

"To: The Madrigal Family: What can be. What should be. What will be. Your decision," Alma read aloud, and that only confused them more. It clear wasn't a late gift to Antonio. And what kind of cryptic message was that?

"Should we...open it?" Pepa asked, a cloud appear above her head as she stroked her braid. Casita responded, flipping some tiles positively, bumping the box closer.

Alma stared at the box, unsure. Was this because of what happened last night? She wasn't sure, she didn't even want to open it. Something bad could happen. And everything was going so well, so perfect. This box...whatever was in it. It could throw them off balance.

"Mamá?" Julieta called to her mother and Alma blinked, losing her train of thought before looking back at the box.

"If Casita says we should, then I guess we might as well," Alma said, and she placed her hands on the lid. The family watched with baited breath as she lifted the top off. The walls of the box fell, and the family immediately back away. They stared at what was under the box with wide eyes.

"Is that...a mini Casita?" Camilo asked to no one in particular, pointing at the structure. It indeed was a smaller version of Casita. It looked like a large dollhouse almost. But what was really shocking? Was that it moved. The roof tiles fluttered and the sound of things being moved could be heard inside.

"What in the..." Alma muttered, looking at the smaller version of her family home. She moved to touch it, but Casita--big Casita--pulled her back, not letting or (or the others) touch the smaller version.

"Casita, what is this?" Mirabel asked, squatting down to get a better look at the house. It was an exact replica, down to the last detail. It was impressive. But it still left a lot of questions open, with no answers.

The house moved a couple things around the house, as if searching for something. There was a thud somewhere else in the house and then silence. Suddenly the front door of little Casita flew open and out popped...Mirabel?

The family stared, stunned. It was Mirabel...smaller. She looked like a more crude and childish version of the original Mirabel. She couldn't have been any bee than a doll, it was weird. She had a big smile on her face as she moved, and another one popped out; Antonio. The two members, the bigger ones, stared, stunned. The family looked at them, but they shrugged, just as confused.

What the hell?

"Is that...Mirabel?" Luisa asked. The smaller Mirabel looked up at Luisa, beaming.

"Mibel!" She said, pointing to herself. She pointed to the little Antonio, who had a small bird on his head. "Ant."

"Ant?" Pepa said, confused. That...that was just the other half of Antonio's name. They usually nicknamed him "Tonio" or something like that but...that was just the opposite.

"Now I've seen it all," Alma said, shaking her head.

Just when they thought things could get weirder, MORE walked out of the Casita. Every single Madrigal had a counterpart. Every Madrigal. Even Bruno, who had walked out alongside the smaller Dolores.

There was also a Pedro. That almost made Alma (the original) pass out. She was still reeling when suddenly "Mibel" spoke up, still smiling.

"Madrgals!" She said, gesturing to her family.

"What in the world?" Alma mumbled, her eeys wide. Was she going senile? Was this real? And what's with the mini Casita and the cryptic note?

What was going on?

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Yes I don't even know what I'm tryna do here but basically. The Madrigals receive a 'gift'. A version of themselves if you will. I wouldn't say their future selves, but a version that can be.

Idk here some art tho

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto pepa #encanto julieta #encanto bruno #encanto pedro #encanto agustín #encanto felix #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto casita #encanto dolores #what should be what will be #wsbwwb

[frazzledsoul]

There's something so fucked-up about creating a cozy rom-com to redeem Jimmy Mariano, of all people.

Let's forget the first attempt at the backstory because it was obviously changed. Jimmy knocks up this teenage girl, somehow agrees to marry her, they have an apartment and a life set up and they're at least going to try family life, and he bails before the baby comes home. The show doesn't talk about it because the subject is supposed to be about the Gilmores and the betrayal of Lorelai running away and choosing a less prestigious lifestyle, as well as how it's always more important that Lorelai is embarrassed to tell her wealthy father she's sleeping with his wealthy business partner or how Jess won't plan for dates and how this is the worst thing in the universe or whatever comparatively trivial thing is often going on with the main characters, but the Danes really could not take the stress of Liz being left alone as a teenager with a baby. The business was failing, William Danes got very sick at some point, and Luke (also only a teenager when this started) was the only person to hold it together...Jimmy left Liz in the middle of that, likely knowing she didn't stop drinking while she was pregnant, knowing she couldn't and wouldn't stop partying, knowing the rest of the family couldn't handle it. He didn't come back for eighteen years (and I doubt he paid child support, either) and when he did exactly...what was he expecting? Liz is gone, Luke is barely holding it together, Jess at this point is something of a broken husk of a kid who's finally failed at keeping his demons at bay...what did you think would happen, buddy? You abandoned your kid to that, two decades ago. I guess you thought it's like giving a kid up for adoption and you'd show up and find out that he's done fine without you and you can stop thinking about it, but you didn't sign the papers to give him a better life, you just left. And once you find out that he's not better off, that you had a big part in making him what he is, you leave again.

And when Jess comes to find him, in a beach bum version of Stars Hollow where he will never fit in and that he's going to hate worse than the place he just left, he rejects Jess again, because he just can't handle it again and even after making all the effort to go and see him in the first place, he doesn't have any room for Jess in his family or his life, even if Jess has no one else. He has to beg to be given half a chance, and Jimmy barely takes it. Where's the shame, the guilt, the sense of responsibility? Why does the kid you abandoned have to beg YOU for a chance, Jimmy?

And I don't care if he's cute and charming and ASP thinks throwing a handful of la-la-las in this bucolic environment is going to cover up the ugliness here. I don't care if the excuse of being a teenage father is going to be what Jimmy keeps riding on, because Luke and Lorelai were children when they got the huge responsibilities of a small baby and a dying dad dumped on their laps, and they still tried to care for the people that needed them. I don't want to see THAT GUY, who has no shame or guilt over what he's done and seems to resent Jess for asking for anything, redeemed. Fuck you, deadbeat dad. Put in some effort. Oh, it might harm your laconic hot dog stand owner vibe. I forgot.

So I'm glad it never happened, because Jimmy Mariano didn't deserve it, and I don't think it was what Jess needed, and the fact that he comes back to Stars Hollow angrier than ever and still spitting nails at Luke, unable to offer either Luke or Rory any sort of an apology or explanation, is definitely an indication that things did not go well out there. I know ASP would likely have had all kinds of excuses for Jimmy just like she did for Christopher and fail to really account for the harm he caused the kid he left behind, just like she did for Christopher but I think...we had more than enough of that for this universe, especially with the attempts to wave away Liz's behavior that we got over the next few years.

We didn't need more of that. Let Jess silently hate his worthless dad. Rory didn't get to. There should be one character that does.

#anti jimmy mariano #anti venice beach spinoff #jess mariano #gilmore girls #i know jess was sparse over the next few years but he ends up in a good place in the end

[yan-snowcave]

🌹My Soulmate Turned Blue🌹

GN!Reader x Keith & Tenebris, Romantic soulmates

Word Count : 5.1K

Info : The chibi version of Keith/Tenebris is called Rosebud

E/C - Eye color

Y/N - Your Name

A/N : Some of the Chibi Soulmate information isn't mentioned here since it didn't really fit naturally into the oneshot. So I might make a seperate post about them is people are intrested.

Keith & Tenebris belong to @dualityvn

[Thanks to my Friend @hellomylovecomic who Beta read this oneshot]

With an exhausted groan you closed your laptop, head falling onto the desk with a dull thud. Next to you sat your beloved chibi, petting your hand while letting out a gentle, almost comforting string of chirps and squeaks. 

"I knew all of this shit already, why isn't there a website or some paper about chibis changing colours!? I mean, I can't be the first one to have this happen to, right!?" 

The little blond chibi simply shrugged, looking as helpless as you felt right now. It was the first time you saw your friend turn into this form, which was followed by one of the worst tantrums you ever had to witness.

At least it didn't leave any long lasting damages to the apartment, but it still didn't solve the issue at hand. The colour change? Form change? Whatever it was, it seemed that your companion couldn't change back. Instead he kept the blue skin, and two squiggly lines had grown from each corner of his mouth, only stopping shortly below his eyes. Not to mention those sharp teeth that had replaced the once duller, human ones.

It didn't exactly help that whoever you contacted, be it friends, doctors or even those that claimed to know more about chibis than anyone else, in a desperate attempt to get some answer no one could simply give you an answer to your problem. Some even dared to suggest bringing Rosebud to a research facility to study him. 

Of course, you refused those offers faster than they could type another message. You didn't want to risk strangers poking and prodding your soulmate for whatever scientific reason they had. 

"Guess we're stuck like this for a while…"

Squeak!

"Hmmm? What is it, something bothering you? If this is about the chocolate, you won't get more of it. Last time you had a sugar ru-"

Chirp…Squeak, squeak!

[E/C] eyes widened as your companion continued to jump around frantically, pointing at the clock that hung on the wall, ticking away in peace. With each tick, a slight bit of dread filled you as you realised that you would be late to work. And you still needed to figure out how to keep Rosebud hidden from the others.

"Fuck." 

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🪴 .⋅} ────── ⊰

Running through the rainy streets, you silently cursed whatever otherworldly being had it out for you today. A broken umbrella dangled from your right hand while the other was placed protectively over your heart. Underneath the thick jacket was a breast pocket where Rosebud was currently 'hiding' in. 

Growls and squeaks in protest were drowned out by the heavy rain. You knew that it probably wasn't the most comfortable place, but you’d rather not deal with a sick chibi and the form change. Could he even get sick in this form? Whatever, better safe than sorry. Who knows if getting sick in this form would be a death sentence on this lil' guy.

But, before your thoughts could slip deeper into this rabbit hole of worries, Rosebud silently and skillfully climbed out of the pocket. He clung onto your shirt as he scuttled around like a little rat, before popping out of your collar, wiggling with all of his might out of there and standing on your shoulder. He pointed at the nearby flower shop. 

Rosebud, since you could remember having him, had an interest in plants. His own name even originated from the time you found him napping near a rosebud, batting away your finger and grumbling whenever someone tried to touch the rosebud. It was almost like a dragon protecting its hoard. 

Shaking your head, your eyes locked onto Rosebud's big puppy eyes. An exhausted sigh left your lips, and your shoulders slouched. No matter how much you wanted to indulge your chibi, you couldn't. You were already running late, and getting chewed out by your boss wasn't what you needed today. 

"Not now, Rosebud. We can go after my shift is done to get some flowers, for now be patie-Huh!? Hey, come back you little-!" 

And just like that Rosebud was off, running through the wet street. He avoided puddles, nearby passersby and dodged your attempts of capturing him as if they would doom him to his death. All the while he would turn to see if you were still after him, squeaking encouragingly at you to continue chasing him into the flower shop.

You didn't know if this was some new game he made up or if he wanted to be a little brat, but whatever it was, he will be grounded and lose his Switch privileges. 

Bursting through the door panting and soggy from the rain, you looked frantically around for your companion. Walking along the potted plants, the sweet scent of the flowers flowed throughout the area, giving the little shop a peaceful, almost safe feeling to it, as if you could be yourself without having the fear of being judged. You double-checked the roses and forget-me-nots in hope of finding your chibi hiding behind those, but nothing was there. Not even any sort of trace like shoe prints. 

"Of fucking course this had to happen, this is why I shouldn't have given him these chocolate shards. Stupid, speedy thing, when I get my hands on him I will-" 

A cough interrupted your grumbling. Turning around, you came face to face with a strangely familiar face. Big blue eyes that seemed all too gentle, soft looking blond curls that just begged to have a hand run through them and that adorable, kinda nerdy outfit. Even the stance the man was holding himself in was oh-so familiar. And that's when it hit you right in the face. 

You have found Rosebud's counterpart who held his own smaller, blue skinned-self in his hands, who was purring up a storm as he looked between you two as if to confirm your thoughts. 

"Is this little guy yours, by chance? I found him hiding behind the peace lilies display."

"Yeah, he belongs to me. I hope he didn't cause too much trouble. You know how chibis are when they are in a playful mood, always causing some sort of trouble."

"Yeah..." A sad gleam shined in his big, blue eyes. His fingers ran gently through Rosebud's blond locks before he held him out to you. Something inside you told you to stay, to talk to him more, maybe even dare to ask him out.

After all, he was Rosebud's counterpart, he must have had your chibi around somewhere. Work could wait, it wasn't that uncommon for people who found their soulmate to be late to their job or meetings. It was understandable for most that once you find the one, you want to stay with them at least for a bit. Who knew if you would ever see him again after today? Life had already screwed you up too many times now, you couldn't let this chance slip out of your grasp.

"Oh, you can hold him if you want…Maybe you can show me the peace lilies he was at? He's a fan of flowers and botanics in general, so I might as well buy him one…If he promises not to run away again."

Squeak, squeak chirps…

Replied Rosebud as he refused to meet your eyes, grumbling silently as you took him back, letting him rest in the palm of your hand. 

The walk to the peace lilies was a quiet one, it didn't have the anticipated awkwardness of the moment. Instead it was a comfortable one; just being in the presence of the blond florist made you feel so at peace, as if you could simply walk for hours on end with him, no words needing to be spoken or even looks to be shared. The world could go under, fire could rain down upon you, but as long as you had him by your side everything would turn out fine. You just knew it. 

Is this what people meant when they said your soulmate would fill a gap that was hidden? To give you comfort and safety that promised peace of one's mind and soul? To set your heart aflame with a raging fire of love that would never dare to burn you?

"Here we are. Peace lilies are very beginner friendly so I think they would be great for you. Since they are in a pot, you would need to keep the soil moist and avoid direct sunlight. They also like warm temperatures since they are a tropical species. 

Then again some peace lilies can handle more sunlight than others, though generally if the leaves are pale and curled it means that it's getting too much light and it should be moved into a shadier location. 

Oh, and if the leaves ever get brown points it means that the air around them is too dry, a plant water spray should help out if that's the problem.

Also a good soil for peace lilies is a rich, loose potting soil that contains plenty of organic material. You might need to come back later to get bigger pots and such soil if these guys start to grow larger. But don't worry, once the time comes I will help you get the right soil to keep your plant friend happy and healthy.

Ah, during the winter season you should reduce the watering but watch out to not let the soil dry out. They also prefer a moist warmth, so you should avoid drafts and temperatures below 12°C (55°F). Their ideal temperature is generally between 18°-26°C (65°-80°F). 

Oh, but during the spring and summer, you should spritz the leaves every week with distilled water, since these plants thrive in higher humidity!

These beauties also can absorb benzene, formaldehyde, carbon monoxide and more! Simply put, they purify the air around you and can even prevent mildew. Isn't that interesting?

Also, did you know that peace lilies are not a member of the lily family? They are actually from the Araceae family, meaning that they are related to the philodendron, anthurium and alocasia!

Another neat fact about these beauties is their symbolism. While more often than not symbolism differs from culture to culture, these flowers are a symbol of peace in almost all of them.

They also represent healing yourself and sometimes even sympathy, so people tend to send these flowers when attempting to end an old feud.

Oh, but you should keep them away from children and pets, or in this case chibis. While they aren't lethal, they can irritate the mouth and stomach if someone chews or eats them. And considering how small chibis are, one should always be more on the cautious side.

Also, like most other plants, peace lilies have a few pest and disease problems. They can be easily fixed, though, by simply cleaning the leaves with a damp cloth.

But besides that, what type of peace lily would you want? We have many different varieties since these are very hybridised flowers. Our selection ranges from smaller lilies like the 'Power petit' which only grows to be 15 inches, to giants like the 'Sensation,' which will reach up to be 6 feet in height and have broad, long leaves. 

Another popular variant we have is the 'Starlight' peace lily variant. They are known for heavy, multiple blooms with as many as 20 flowers on a single plant.

…Oh, I'm so sorry! I was rambling again b-but as I said, these are very beginner friendly. I can highly recommend them for people just starting out!" 

Snapping out of your swooning, you nodded in agreement. Not wanting to admit that you didn't even hear most of it, being more distracted by those sparks of joy in his eyes, how his face brightened up as he spoke about these flowers. Oh, how you wished he would talk about you like this. To be as special as those plants in his eyes. 

"Is that all or do you need something else?" 

"Hmm? Oh, yeah that's all but I…Well, this might be a bit sudden and I don't wanna pressure you or anything, but could I maybe get your number?" 

A blush formed on his cheeks as his eyes averted from yours. It didn't do anything to hide the sad gaze that once again took over his face or how his shoulder slumped. 

"Don't take this the wrong way, I…I think you're good looking and you seem like a nice person, but having my number wouldn't be a very good idea." 

"Ah, that's fine then. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything, thanks for all the information about these peace lilies. Have a good day, until next time."

Meeting your eyes one last time he gave you a gentle smile, hand waving as he wished you a good day. As you walked out, you didn't even realize how silent Rosebud was. Too preoccupied with the strained feeling in your chest, it soon got joined by a strong sorrowful longing and the feeling of being watched.

"Oh, Rosebud, I think this might be a one-sided soulmate link…Rosebud, you ok, buddy?"

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🪴 .⋅} ────── ⊰

To say your boss chewed you out would be an understatement, you barely got out of that room alive thanks to a sudden meeting. Otherwise he probably would have ripped you in two and force you to work overtime. Not to mention how Jacob overheard some of it and decided to try and pry more info out of you.

It was just so exhausting and it didn't even stop there, oh no. On your way back, you discovered that Rosebud was slowly changing back to the form you were familiar with. His eyes changed back to those big doe-eyes, most of his skin had turned back to a peachy colour, leaving only the occasional blue spots here and there. 

Currently, Rosebud was sleeping in your breast pocket. Nonsensical growls, huffs and chirps filled the silently stressed office. 

You couldn't even focus on your work, the mystery about Rosebud's new form always popping back up in your head. Alongside the florist you met—you really should have looked at his name tag. 

But that brought up a set of new questions. Why didn't his chibi make any noises? It's uncommon for chibis to not stay close to their partner, let alone be silent when they are seperated, and not to mention the looks he gave you. The way he held himself, something inside you just knew that he probably hadn't had an easy time with the romantic side of life. 

"Hey, where's your squeaky cuddle monster?"

"Oh holy fucking shi-! Jacob, don't scare me like that!" 

Holding his arms up in front of his chest, a nervous chuckle slipped past his lips. "Sorry about that, but really, where's your chibi? Normally that lil' bugger would have stolen my chocolate chip cookies already. It's a bit boring without him here, y'know?"

"He's taking a nap, we had an quite eventful morning today."

"That never stopped him before from becoming a cookie thief."

"Well today it does, now choo! We have work to do and I would rather do it while it's quiet."

Jacob shrugged before turning back to his own computer, the sound of keyboard clicking and phone calls soon becoming background noises to you. Slowly the sun settled and more and more people left the office. 

Until it was only you and a few others left, Rosebud still napped in your breast pocket. His skin had lost all of its blue coloration, his clothes had changed back to the light academy style he normally wore in this form.  

With a quick wave you wished the others a goodnight. Walking out of the building into the cool night you let out a small sigh. Your shoulders relaxed as you simply let yourself enjoy this moment. Yes, the day was rather stressful, but you got through and now you could relax, maybe Rosebud would even like to bake something. Then again, he probably would just demand to lick the spoon clean.

While your mind made up the image of a small, flour covered chibi sitting near a bowl and licking at a small wooden spoon covered in cookie batter, a shiver ran down your spine. The feeling of being watched had returned, and as you looked around you spotted him. Leaning against a wall was a man wearing a leather jacket. His overall style reminded you of a punk, but what caught your attention the most was the blue skin. 

Purple, small irises with aggravated sclera met wide (E/C) eyes. Not daring to break eye contact with him, you made your way towards the stranger. Curiosity about the familiar blue skin took over you, was it a sign for something?

Did fate decide to change your soulmate last minute? But why would Rosebud change back to his other form then? Maybe you were suppose to have two soulmates? Then again, others who were suppose to have multiple soulmates get multiple chibis…

You didn't even realize that you stopped a few short meters away from the stranger. "Ummm…I noticed that you were staring at me. Can I help you?"

"Sure you can. Give me your number." The man smiled. This wasn't really what you expected, but you didn't even really know what you would have expected. The day was just getting stranger with each passing hour.

"I can do you one better, handsome." 

"Handsome?"

"I will invite you into my apartment and then if we are both happy with how the day ends, I will give you my number, deal?" Taking the stranger's hand between yours you could feel a small, comforting yet anxious spark between you two.

The stranger blinked, eyes zipping from your hands to your (E/C) eyes. He looked quite flabbergasted as he questioned if you were serious about this.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I?"

"Well, most people when they see me normally stare, whisper or in some cases scream shit after me for how I look. Some even get creeped out and call me…Monster." A sour look took over his face, fist clenched and you caught a glimpse at those sharp teeth.

"You're not a monster, you're quite cute in my opinion."

"What?"

"Nothing!"

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🪴 .⋅} ────── ⊰

The walk back to your apartment was filled with side glances, nervous smiles and Tenebris’ blushing. Something inside you felt as if you saw him before—maybe you saw him on the streets? It does get quite lively around here during the morning and evening rush, so it wouldn't be that surprising.

"Well, here we are." Opening the door, you spread your arms in a dramatic way, grinning from ear to ear as the very plain looking floor was revealed to your guest. 

"Come in, come in, don't be shy. But leave the shoes by the door, I don't want the apartment to get dirty again." 

Tenebris nodded, stepping into the apartment he allowed himself to look around. The pictures and posters of game characters had apparently caught his eyes before he continued to look at the other decorations scattered around the apartment.

It was mostly filled with the aforementioned pictures, posters but also a few small knick-knacks. Shoes were thrown without a care near the door and the walls held the occasional small dent from Rosebud's tantrums.

Gently tugging on Tenebris’ hand, you led him to the living room, dropping yourself on the couch before gently tapping the seat beside you. It was kinda adorable, seeing the towering man slowly shuffle over to you. The purple blush had lessened, but from the close proximity you could still see it. 

"So, I kind of invited you here for a reason, it's nothing bad I swear. I just ugh, ok, something just happened today and nobody could help me. Even when I tried to find something online nothing came up! I was slowly losing hope but then I saw you," pointing at him your grin spread at his confusion.

"Me?" The man pointed at himself, eyes going wide. 

"Yes, you! You looked just exactly how my chibi does, or well, he looked like that in the morning. Now he's kinda back in his original form? I guess? But that's besides the point right no-"

Mrrp? Chirp, chirp…Squeak?

Rosebud slowly emerged from the pocket, yawning and rubbing his eyes as his fluffy blond locks fell over his face. Clearly still half asleep but wanting to see what all this ruckus is about. 

What neither of you expected was the hurt look taking over Tenebris eyes. His hands shook as he started to murmur under his breath, you barely caught some of the words he said.

"Keith said-

No he wouldn't lie-

Why should he!? No, this ca-

How, why!?

This fucking-

...Did you fucking trick him!?"

Rosebud let out a scared chirp before ducking back into his napping place, leaving you alone and confused to face a very pissed Tenebris who was radiating with bloodlust.

"W-who's Keith? What do you mean by tricking him? I wouldn't lie to you, Tenebris, please calm down." Slowly backing away from him, you gave him enough room to breathe, hoping that he couldn't hear how rapid your heart was beating against your chest. Adrenaline was coursing through your body. It felt as if you were caught with an hungry apex predator and you were his prey. 

"Who's Keith? Are you fucking kidding me!? Do you think I'm stupid to fall for this shit!?" He snarled, sharp teeth glistening in the cheap artificial light as he punched the wall next to him, leaving a large dent that reminded you of Rosebud's.

"And you tried to get his number, yet you also implied we would date, hah…Are you some sort of player? Is this some sort of fucking sick game to y-...What? No, not now! Let me deal with them! No, you won-argh!" 

Tenebris grabbed a hold of his blond locks, cursing and arguing with someone who wasn't there. Your worry only grew as he tugged stronger against his hair, something inside you wanted to get closer to calm him down. 

But your body was frozen in place, forced to watch as Tenebris blue skin slowly turned into a peachy colour. The mouth that once held sharp rows of teeth turned more human-like, the squiggly lines on the corner of his mouth disappeared. His shoulders slumped as shaking hands slowly removed themselves from the golden locks. 

And then you saw him, those big blue doe-eyes looking right at you, the florist who you met that morning. The one who said getting his number wouldn't be a good idea, the one you believed to be your soulmate, your one and only.

"Umm…Nice to meet you again? I guess I should introduce myself? I'm Keith and… Apparently one of your soulmates?" 

…

You had so many questions.

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🪴 .⋅} ────── ⊰

"So just to recap, Tenebris isn't a demon, but some entity that has been with you since your birth? You two can switch between each other but the one who isn't in control can't hear or see anything beside the thoughts of the one in control. And people normally tell you to stay the fuck away after meeting Tenebris."

Keith nodded. "Yep, that's basically it…I'm sorry that Tenebris lost it, it's just, well…It was the first time we ever saw someone with a soulmate representing him. Someone who would-"

"Accept him for who he is and not run away screaming as if death himself was after their ass?"

Covering his mouth to block the light chuckle, the blond nodded in agreement, clearly amused by your word of choice.

"Well, if those people couldn't accept Tenebris, then I would say they didn't deserve to be with either of you. Both of you have a certain charm y'know? And I don't just say this as your soulmate."

Squeak, chirp! Chirp!

Pointing at the small squeaking creature with a puffed out chest you continued. "See? Even Rosebud agrees with me and he's a smart fella, at least he is when he isn't trying to steal a certain someone's snacks." 

Squeak!? Squeak!

"Deny it all you want, I know that an entire package of oreos can't move on its own, let alone open itself up and leave a crumb trail behind."

Squeak…

Rosebud looked a little ashamed before turning towards you with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster up, silently asking for your forgiveness and to not extend his 'no desert after a meal' punishment for yet another week.

Your shoulders slumped, followed by a tired sigh as you simply nodded towards the now happily purring chibi. The rather sweet scene brought another thought to your mind, one that had been buried under all of the hecticness that just happened in under 30 minutes.

Where exactly is Keith's chibi?

It couldn't be near Keith, knowing how slippery those little guys are they would have already met in the middle of the room to play. There also wasn't ever a sound of a chibi or even of small movements. Keith and Tenebris also don't seem like the people who would neglect such a creature, and that only brought one option to mind. 

'Time to ruin a lighthearted moment' you thought, taking a deep breath. You calmed your wild running thoughts, building up the courage before looking right at Keith's blue eyes. Your question burned on the tip of your tongue.

"This still does leave one question unanswered, you don't have to answer it of course if you're not comfortable with me knowing. I would never want ro pressure you into anything like this but…Keith, where is your chibi? You should've gotten one when you two turned 18, did something happen to it?" Keith's demeanour shifted, first he froze in place with wide doe-eyes. 

Then his gaze shifted to you, the floor and then at the wall; his eyes never stayed in one place for too long. A sudden concentrated, yet tense, look washed over his face, shoulders tensing up as his fingers fidgeted with the buttons on his cuffs. Occasionally a few words would leave his lips but they made no sense, your best guess was that he was currently talking with Tenebris and those words just slipped out unconsciously. 

It felt like an eternity as you watched Keith change through many different emotions, at first you thought that maybe they were at a standstill. But the longer it went on the more you started to worry that something worse was happening, especially when a few blue spots started to appear on his skin.

Not knowing what to do, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Smiling, you felt him jolt underneath your touch, eyes furrowed, looking towards the ground as his lips formed a frown. The squiggly lines slowly grew from the edges of his lips towards his cheekbones, the big blue doe-eyes were exchanged for small purple irises and the familiar aggravated sclera. 

With one blink, Tenebris sat once again in front of you. "It's my fault that we…That Keith, didn't get a soulmate thing. He probably would deny it but there isn't another fucking explanation for it, everyone got one except us! And what's the only diffrence between us and people like you, like them!?...Me, I'm sure I'm the god damn fucking problem here."

"Tenebris…" 

"Don't. Just, don't…I don't want your pity or the 'this isn't your fault' shit. What other explanation is there? Huh? That's right, nothing!" An ever growing shiver of rage ran down his spine, his face contorting into one of pure agony-filled anger at himself. Teeth clenched, free for all to see as tears built up in the corner of his eyes. You didn't know if they were of sadness, anger, maybe something else entirely—maybe it's a mix of them? 

Slowly the hand on his shoulder slid down towards his shivering hands. Intertwining them as your forehead rested against his own, you closed your eyes and solely focused on Tenebris and the support he needed at this moment. 

Your other hand gently rested on his cheek, thumb running along the squiggly line as gently as possible, not wanting to disturb or ruin the moment you two were sharing.

"Tenebris, listen to me. I won't pity you, but I also won't lie to you. I don't believe it was your fault for not getting a chibi, there probably are people who never got one and I'm sure they didn't share a body with one of your kind. 

Don't hate yourself for something like this, please. You're still my soulmate, chibi or not, you will always be part of my soul. You will always be one of my better halves, one of the two people who fate decided to bond with me and I couldn't be more happy about it.

And even if this soulmate thing didn't exist I am sure that we would have found each other. One way or another, this also doesn't just apply to Keith. It also applies to you, I would have found you and roped you into this relationship. You're both mine and I am yours, even if one day something tries to tear us apart. I will fight tooth and nail to stay by your side, death might tear us apart in the end but I think even then…We would find some way back to each other maybe in another life? Or whatever lies beyond death, I won't ever let either of you two dorks go, understood?"

Tenebris leaned into your gentle touch, eyes closing as he let out a hum of agreement. His forehead gently rubbed against your own before he let his head rest on your shoulder. Blue arms wrapped around you in a comfortable, protective hug.

"...Can I kiss you?"

"Sure thing, loverboy. But afterwards, I also wanna give Keith a little talking to and a kiss, you're ok with that right?"

"...Yeah, sure whatever. You said it yourself, we belong to you and you belong to us. I guess sharing you with him won't be that bad…"

"We can work things out in detail later, but for now, lift your head up and let me kiss those soft lips.~"

And as Tenebris lifted his head, your lips met his in a short, yet love-filled embrace. His cheeks turned a deep shade of purple, a silent purr building up in his chest as he enjoyed the moment between you two. He let Keith take over once again, startling him into the moment.

As you two parted, you barely held in your laughter at Keith's surprised look. Mouth agape like a fish's as Tenebris caught him up somewhat on what had happened. This also included some light teasing on his behalf.

"You ok there, handsome?"

"Yes…Better than ever, actually. Could I get another kiss? Please?"

"Sure thing, love~"

#duality game #duality keith #duality tenebris #My og beta reader just disapeared xD #So thanks a lot to Al for beta reading this!!! gonna give u so many hugs~ #Also when my og beta reader comes back and she finds any grammar mistakes I will fix them #my writing

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I'm so sorry that i mixed up the characters 😅

Can you do Prompt list 1 , #14 for Peter Parker x reader

Can you also add , that Peter keeps randomly biting Reader's cheeks ( coz reader has fluffy cheeks)?

I'm sorry again for the mix up!

love bites

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #14 (“when i’m not with you, it’s almost like…i can’t breathe.”) from Prompt List #1

Warnings: cursing, blood mention, suggestive dialogue, a tiny bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,811

Author’s Note: Thanks for your request! I hope you don’t mind, but I did change up your request a little better to fit the story that popped into my head. That being said, I had a lot of fun writing for Peter. I don’t know why, but I thought of the Andrew Garfield version, but I’m still gonna log this as MCU content lol. I just pictured a more mature Peter which we haven’t really seen as much, but I guess since he was in No Way Home, that counts, right? Anyways, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists! And if you’d like to request a one shot, send an ask! I’ll do my best to fulfill them as soon as I can. Thanks for the support and happy reading!

“Do you want me to burn your eggs, Parker? Because I definitely will if you don’t leave me alone.”

“I’ll take that risk,” he purred, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he kissed it playfully. You shrugged him off of you, using your other arm to scoop the scrambled eggs onto dual plates that were already adorned with toast and bacon.

You didn’t know when you fell in love with Peter Parker. Maybe it was freshman year, when you offered to help the moody science major with his literature paper.

Maybe it was when you ran into him at the Bugle, where you two just so happened to be interning.

Or maybe it was right in that moment, when you wanted to tell him that you wanted to be so much more than friends with benefits.

You both stood in the kitchen of his apartment, which was tiny even by New York standards. Eating in silence for a few moments, you let the noises of the city drown out your thoughts. No matter how much you wanted to tell him, Peter wasn’t exactly boyfriend material.

He was gorgeous, yes, and undeniably sweet. But he was always disappearing, skipping important events and ditching you pretty frequently. Since this was a ‘no strings attached’ situation, you tried to not let yourself getting too upset.

But inwardly, you had a terrible feeling he was getting himself in trouble or worse, seeing someone else. You figured it was the former, since he would appear with mysterious bruises and black eyes, always blaming them on skateboard tricks gone awry.

“So,” you said, washing off your plate as Peter finished his last piece of toast, “Will I be seeing you at the office this afternoon?”

He shrugged, handing his plate to you. “If I get any good photos. Jameson is always breathing down my neck, so…”

“Right,” you said, turning to him, coffee in hand, “And it doesn’t help that you always flirt with the intern.”

“Well, I can’t help it,” he smirked, “She’s always staring at me.” He grabbed your coffee mug from your hands and before you could protest, he was again peppering your collarbone and cheeks with soft kisses.

A giggle escaped your throat as he started nipping at your skin. As much as you wanted to blow off your busy day and stay in bed with him, you had to remind yourself that you lived in the real world.

And in the real world, you had to go to class, and study, and work. And Peter Parker was not your boyfriend.

“Peter, if you give me one more hickey I swear—”

“Ah, come on,” he wrapped one arm around your waist, making your stomach flip, “I didn’t mean to, honest.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you,” you pried his strong arm away from your torso, “But it doesn’t matter, I have to get to class, remember?” Peter groaned in frustration.

You traipsed to his room, pulling on your jeans from the night before. Rifling through Peter’s drawers, you found an old Midtown High t-shirt. You smiled. It smelled like him, his deodorant and body spray; Clean and simple.

Simple.

How you wished it could just be simple.

“That looks much better on you than it did on me,” he smiled into his mug, remarking on you commandeering his shirt. You searched the floor for your sneakers, doing your best to hide the blush creeping up your neck.

The second you slipped on your other shoe, you felt Peter’s arm around your waist yet again. How did he always manage to get his hands on your so quickly? Sometimes you felt like he moved like lightning.

“So, my place tonight?” you asked, electricity running through you as his fingers pressed gently along the waistband of your jeans. It was almost embarrassing how much you wanted to be with him, and yet he remained completely oblivious.

“Possibly,” he said, his tone reluctant, “I just…I really need to study and get these pictures and—”

“I thought you were friends with Spider-Man,” you mused, “Can’t you just ask him to do you a solid?”

Peter’s face reddened. “Yeah, well, don’t know if you noticed but the guy is notoriously hard to, uh, track down.” He looked at his watch and peered at you, a slight panic in his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere, anyways?”

You grabbed his wrist to look at the time on his watch.

“Shit,” you muttered, pulling away from him as you scooped up your backpack, “I can’t be late again, I’ll uh, I’ll text you?”

Peter nodded as you bound out the door, breathing a sigh of relief after yet another close call.

He wanted to tell you. He really did. It killed him that you didn’t know, but he couldn’t risk it. You knowing he was Spider-Man put your life in danger and he couldn’t bear the thought of you in harm’s way.

He just couldn’t go through that again. No matter how much he cared about you.

-oOo-

You should’ve known better.

You had spent the entire afternoon agonizing over your lack of a relationship that you found your way into Peter’s apartment that evening, thanks to a spare key that he had conveniently left at your apartment months ago.

You needed something big, an unambiguous statement. A grand gesture. So, you came with a bag of groceries, a slightly too revealing dress, and a goal: you were going to tell him how you felt.

Not only were you attempting the impossible – cooking a meal without burning anything – but you were also putting your heart on the line.

You let out a cry of pain as you burnt the tip of another one of your fingers lighting the final candle you had managed to bring with you. You watched the flame flicker weakly before growing steady, the constant sound of the city droning beneath you.

Impatient, you wondered if you should text Peter. Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise, but you could spin this if it backfired. After all, what was a little romantic dinner between fuck buddies?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, followed by the sound of Peter’s bedroom window sliding open.

Instantly your heart was caught in your throat.

How were you supposed to fight off a burglar dressed like a glorified escort? You glanced at the candles briefly, but settled on grabbing the kitchen knife you had used to prepare the mediocre dinner that was still resting on the stovetop.

Who in their right mind would want to rob this tiny place? And why would they go through the trouble of climbing seven stories up the fire escape?

Another clatter made you jolt out of your skin, and you finally got up the nerve to run into the room, knife in hand. Planning was never your strong suit, after all.

Only there was no burglar.

It was Peter. Climbing through his own window.

Dressed as Spider-Man.

Your jaw dropped open, the knife clattering to the floor. Before you could say a word or even let out a scream of surprise, Peter rushed to you, holding his gloved hand over your mouth. His mask laid on the ground.

“What…what are you doing here?!” he asked, his voice panicked. He quickly removed his hand from your face. “God, I knew something was out of whack when I got here, I just didn’t think—” He was running his fingers through his hair now, his breathing shallow.

You got another look at him, your eyes widening in concern. “Peter, your face!” a sizable shiner was forming around his left eye, and there was a small trickle of blood coming from the same side.

“Oh, this is, uh, nothing,” he said coyly, “You shoulda seen the other guys.” You rolled your eyes; Of course he was making jokes at a time like this.

“Get some real clothes on,” you breathed, looking at his red and blue suit that left little to the imagination, “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

-oOo-

“Hold still,” you ordered, pressing the cotton cloth to Peter’s face. He winced, the alcohol stinging his wounds.

“No bedside manner from you, huh?” he hissed despite a small laugh escaping his throat. You sat in silence for a few moments, a million thoughts swirling through your head.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man.

Which meant he had been blowing you off to save the city on a nightly basis. Making up excuses for why he had to disappear so abruptly. Lying to you for years.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” you asked, your voice small and sad. Peter sighed, grabbing your hand. He tried to comfort you, tracing tiny circles on your palm.

“Not if I could help it,” he said honestly, “Kind of defeats the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, doesn’t it?” You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh as you sat down next to him, his firm grip not letting go of your hand.

You could feel tears stinging in your eyes. “So, uh, I guess this is over, then?” Peter blinked, clearly confused.

“What exactly gave you that impression?”

“Well, I just thought—”

“Yeah, this…this complicates things,” he said, squeezing your hand, “But I have to be honest. When I’m with you, it’s almost like…I can’t breathe. I need you. And I trust you to keep this secret. I just hope you can trust me to protect you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest, and without thinking, you threw your arms around him, tears staining his t-shirt. “Of course…I can,” you sniffed, your voice shaking, “I really, really care about you, Peter. I won’t ever tell a soul.”

He pulled you from his chest and kissed you softly. You melted instantly. This was nowhere near how you pictured this night going, but you didn’t care; it was, in its own bizarre way, utterly perfect.

“So,” you pondered, your eyes trailing towards his bedroom, “You ever wear that suit for…other purposes? Besides crime fighting?” You saw a flush creep up Peter’s neck.

“Are you serious.”

“What? You know I’ve always found Spider-Man incredibly sexy.”

“I did not know that and you’re definitely making shit up now.”

“Just because I never told you doesn’t mean I’m making it up.”

“Okay,” he smirked, his mouth dangerously close to your neck, his voice low in your ear, “I’ll make you a deal: I’ll wear the suit, but tomorrow, we have a real date where you don’t burn the food and threaten me with a knife.”

You pretended to think over his proposal. “Hmm,” you teased, “I think that can be arranged.” Those were your last words before his lips pressed against your collarbone, nipping at your exposed skin as he carried you to his room.

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