#talk about shooting yourself in the foot 😭

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Rewatching skybound, genuinely (and i mean this is in the kindest way possible) how is this for kids?

#genie wants to marry a child #wtf #ik hes the antagonist and hes probably meant to be creepy #but goddamn #jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago #nya smith #ninjago nya #ninjago should embrace no longer being for kids at this point fr #edit: okay so i’ve been informed the ages werent confirmed until the next few seasons #the ninja were presumed to be adults until later seasons #and like damn. #talk about shooting yourself in the foot 😭

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— bestfriend!ot5’s reaction to you offering to help with their boner ♡

pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate) rating: nsfw, mdni wc: almost 3k oops 😭 warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyun’s, some alcohol in jun’s, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao

a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up 🫢

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yeonjun: this is the moment he’s been waiting for, y’all

it’s just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjun’s living room floor, until it’s not. you’ve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyu’s latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. it’s not like you’ve never talked about that stuff with jun before; you’re best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe it’s because you’ve been drinking, maybe it’s because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and he’s in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.

“i could do better.”

yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. “i mean.. from what i’ve been told. just saying.” you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju you’d been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.

“is that an offer?”

it’s your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, he’s not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, you’d miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasn’t even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush you’ve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. you’ve gotta be cool about this.

“well… do you want it to be?”

your best friend’s hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isn’t exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that he’s groaning out as you swallow around him — your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3

soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working

he didn’t mean for you to see, he really didn’t. you weren’t supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when it’s the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasn’t been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?

your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as you’d originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadn’t heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very… compromising position.

“soob, they didn’t have the- oh, fuck.”

rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice he’s acting faster than you’ve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasn’t the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.

you’re in the same boat — what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which you’re very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen and i want it in my-

wait, what? you don’t even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. “i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t- i was just trying to- i thought you’d still be a while, i- it’s been so long since i-“ he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now she’s gonna think i’m some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.

“soob.. do you want help?”

let’s just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasn’t exactly on soobin’s bingo card, either. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t pay you back for it right after. <3

beomgyu: *laughs in your face* 👁️👄👁️ switch-up

um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- you’re just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that he’s bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that he’d had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to “take it back!” as he cackles mercilessly after claiming “at least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, you’re just an all-around lost cause.”

“you don’t even know what you’re talking about!!!” you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. “i get bitches too!” you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds “that is EXACTLY what someone who can’t get bitches would say.” you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. “you’re literally wrong. i’ve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.” but you’re mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyu’s shit-eating grin grows with each word.

“you’re kinda proving my point, here, babe.” you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? “you’re so cocky,” you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as it’s clear you’re finished with your little murder attempt. “yeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.”

that’s it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, “i bet your ‘monster cock’ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.” another laugh— until he realizes you’re serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you don’t miss the way his fists clench around the blanket he’s leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- “yeah?”

you were right; beomgyu’s cock has never gotten head as good as what you’re giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldn’t mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3

taehyun: “if… you want to” he definitely wants to

taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyun’s computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. …….yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasn’t able to do much, which frustrated him to no end — not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesn’t help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.

he didn’t mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fast— you were excited to see him :(— but it’s the last straw of the day for taehyun. he can’t work out properly, his job isn’t paying him during the off-time, he’s had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now he’ll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. “shit, tae, i’m so sorry-“

“god, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?”

the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. “i’m.. i’m sorry..” you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. “fuck,” he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. you’re not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please don’t cry.. i’ll pay for the monitor. it wasn’t your fault.” he’s murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. you’re shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. “no, no, it’s okay; i know you didn’t mean to snap. i’m still sorry though. let me help pay for it…. i know you’ve been stressed, tyunnie.” you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.

you’re nervous about your next words. you really hope you’ve been reading the room right this last week. “let me help you..?”

his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. “help.. me?” do you mean what he thinks you mean??? “the weather still sucks. there’s not much you can do, sweetheart.” he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. “no, tyun… let me help you here.” you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.

who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3

huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit

kai wasn’t kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didn’t think you’d find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. “kai, really? this is what you meant by ‘too busy’..?” he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesn’t turn around. “y/n! yeah, sorry- i’m just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!”

you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyu’s protests of self-defense piercing through your best friend’s headset. “i think you’ll need a hearing aid after this..” you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving — although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldn’t care less about them yourself. don’t get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friends— especially with kai — but you weren’t exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.

selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening… you’ve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that you’d have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured you’d try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. you’d worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing he’d definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so he’d be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. “hyuka, want me to get you some water? i don’t think you need any more of these.” you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadn’t heard what you said. “hyuka..” this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; ‘briefly’ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. “h-huh?”

“some water?” you repeat innocently. “o-oh, uh, yeah..”

when you come back, to say you’re shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you don’t realize you’re standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans “i’m so sorry y/n, please don’t think i’m gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, we’re in the middle of a battle and my score is-“ wordlessly, you’re sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. “what- fuck, w-what are you-“

“can i help you? you can keep playing your game,” you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, “fuck- are you sure?”

you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu can’t hear the way you’re making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3

#mj writes #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #choi yeonjun x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #kang taehyun x reader #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #huening kai #yeonjun reaction #soobin reaction #beomgyu reaction #taehyun reaction #huening kai reaction #txt drabbles #txt reactions #yeonjun drabble #soobin drabble #beomgyu drabble #taehyun drabble #huening kai drabble #txt #taegimood

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heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #frat!peter drabbles #tasm!peter x reader

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Alastor x F!Overlord!Reader

AN: this is the result of the first poll I posted, Alastor won so here we are!

I’ve kinda broken this into two bits in this one shot, there’s a warning farther down if you want to keep within the ideas of “headcannon” but farther below I have the start of a story, I got a bit carried away and am too far gone to delete it.

⚠️Warnings: mentions of blood, death, weapons, smoking, maybe 1 instance of cannibalism ( but its more in the sense of revenge rather than a canabalistic reader) (idk man it’s hell if your triggered don’t read 😭) this is really long already so I might just break it up or continue it to make a part 2. I have a LOOOOOOT of references in here to so many things, if you guys can pick up on them leave a comment and I’ll tag list you in my next fic if you want! Or don’t I honestly couldn’t care less it’s just for fun :p

Reader is referred to with afab terms.

Pt2-

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• In your life you tried to stay on “the right” path. Your parents raised you right, you tried your hardest to be nice, and where always on your best behavior, but after getting the short end of the stick for too long you kinda… loose it.

• You ended up in hell after a night out partying with some of your most valued clients, when you went to drive yourself home the heel of your stiletto got stuck under the gas pedal, as you tried to pull it out you took your eyes off the road and 💥 BAM 💥 you where hit by a large grocer truck.

•Opening your eyes to a red wasteland, the bright flash of lights and the smell of brimstone flood your senses. Looking down to try and gather your bearings you notice your whole body wasn’t (skn/tn) anymore… it was marble grey?

“Where… where am I?” I mumbled under my breath, trying to gather my surroundings, a bright flashing catches my eyes, a gigantic neon sign in the sky gives me my anwser…

“Welcome to Hell!!!”

“Hell…. I’M DEAD?!!!!” I groaned out through barred teeth and stood to my feet, looking around I saw definite signs, this was Hell alright. A blood red sky, fires everywhere, little sinners running around stabbing and shooting one another.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ALL MY WORK, MY SHOPPING EMPIRE, MY CLOSET, MY AWARDS, MY EVERYTHING, RAAAAAAHHH!!!” In my anger I grabbed the nearest sinner and threw them to the ground, putting my foot between their shoulder blades and grabbing their arms.

“You’re gonna tell me right now, what the hell is going on, WHY AM I DEAD AND HERE-” I shouted in their ear, seeing blood come out… oh shit I probably burst their ear drum… oh well, I’ve done that plenty of times to my assistants.

“D-d-do you mean, like in hell, or or just this area?” They questioned nervously. To be fair they were a scrawny little thing…

“What in the-“ I paused to look around, then referred back to this little shit “actually HELL are you talking about?”

“W-w-well, you must, *gulp* you must be new here, huh?” It asked with a weary smile and a weak little laugh, probably trying to ease the tension. “Well, down… down here, we uh, we have overlords who- who rule certain areas, we’re in Ms.Leefolt’s t-t-t-territory right now, I mean, our king Lucifer, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar rule all of hell…”

“Well, that certainly is… intresting.” I smirk and stand up, releasing his arms but not letting my foot off his back. “So these, overlords… are they appointed by your king, or born into or something?” I question with a sharp red nail in between my teeth, thinking…

“No, no ma’am just, just anyone who’s ballsy enough to, to, take over enough territory and have enough demons- sell them their souls in exchange for something. Umm- if it’s not too much of a bother, could you let me go… I- I can feel my ribs crushing under me…” it started wheezing out and trying to get a hand under its chest to place a barrier between their chest and the ground.

“Hm, well if that’s all true, I can’t let some little thing like you going around gossiping about me.” I growled looking down at this freak… pressing my heel into his spine harder.

“No! No please, I won’t say a thing I promise!! Just let me go, please… pleas-“

SPLAT-

“Whoops, my bad, I slipped.” I reasoned, pulling my now bloody leg out of his torso.

“Ohh, eeeeeew eweweweweweweeew, I’ve got bits of his, ugh, lung on my heels.” Flicking away the bits of organ from my shoes, I take a breath and another look around but this time in a planning sense. Overlords huh, well, I’ll just have to see how much this ‘miss leefolt’ likes the taste of arsenic, I wonder when the last time she had a homemade pie was….

• So of course to establish some dominance in my new living arrangement, I gutted that bitch from the inside out. I took her territory, her power, her souls, even her manor. When I went to her office to kill her I found the deed to her house and all the contracts of sinners who gave her their souls in a pretty shittily hidden safe.

• I mean, I had to work so hard to build my life up just for a stupid grocer to end it all, so this is fine… right?

• The years go by and the world changes, you became one of the most powerful and influential overlords in hell, re-establishing your power once held on earth to a business in hell. Rosie and Velvet quickly becoming your closest friends, Velvet in a more business sense and Rosie being your go to gossip gal. Both of you having elegant and refined tastes. You and Husk became friends over talking shit in a casino one night, and remained friends after his downfall. He talks to you about this, radio demon, from time to time but you haven’t heard much of him

Little do you know he knows almost everything about you~

• Your walking around Cannibal Town one day waiting for Rosie to finish a meeting, watching children run around and little carts selling all kinds of body related snacks.

I lost a bit of my sense of surrounding and almost tripped on a kid running around with his friend throwing a head back and fourth.

"Jerermy! Stop playing with your lunch and apologize to that nice lady you almost ran into."

"Sorry miss, I didn't mean too." He said looking down at the head ashamedly, then offering me a piece of the cheek. "Would you like some of this face? It's really good." He looked up at me with an excited look. "Oh thank you, but I'm waiting for lunch with my friend, I'll go to the butcher and get some though, it looks really good." I smiled my pointy teeth at him, patted his head and motioned him back to his mother, she waved to me and I nodded my head back, thinking it was time for Rosie to be done by now.

"My my, with your reputation of anger issues I would assume you would tear that poor child into bits upon realization." A staticky voice spoke behind me, tilting my head back but not my body as I don't know who it is. I look him up and down, his outfit and cane/staff thingy give off quite the powerful impression. "My, mhm, reputation?" I pester raising my eyebrow.

"Ah-hahahaha, My name's Alastor, its quite a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He introduced reaching for the back of my hand to place a kiss. Him saying his name reminded me, I too finally recognized the name. "Oh, Rosie has told me much about you." The radio demon, his names been brought up many times around cannibal town since he frequented their shops and small town locals.

"Oh yes, Rosie is one of my dearest friends" He replied linking our elbows and started walking towards the shop. "Mine as well, she is quite the darling, so let me ask you now, where you just standing there when I got to the park, or where you going to follow me in silence since I left the emporium~" He didn't stutter in his step but my revelation made the air feel a bit more, weary on his side. Reaching into my hand purse I grabbed my lipstick and hand mirror and paused my walk to apply a touch more. Looking just past my lips in the reflection I saw his eyes in the back corner snap to my down, then back up to my eyes with a tight smile. "Well, are you coming? I know Rosie hates to be kept waiting." I snapped it shut and outreached my elbow waiting for him to link his so that we could start the traverse back to Rosie's.

• After our little group luncheon with Rosie, Alastor and you didn't verbally indicate that you were closer in any sense. But physically you swayed like two tree's. Brushing branches back and fourth with the breeze, restless and apart yet labeled as "together"

• You started doing weekly business deals, him acquiring land and souls for you, and all he asked in returns is he uses that land and those souls as he pleases. Which honestly isn't a lot. When he pulls people or their shadows to come help at the hotel- their mostly your people but he always sends them back to whence they came.

• He likes to pretend he doesn't necessarily care for being around you, however he's always looking for time you two can be together, or even thinking of each other. On his radio show he'll mention new shopping, eating, entertainment locations on your turf. He knows you listen when your able to. Sometimes he uses his power to let his station be the only one playing where ever you are. In the car, in a shopping store, you could be sitting in the bathroom and it would get to the point where you can hear it from the vents. Making you roll your eyes and finish your business so you could get to your office to listen to the radio.

• Truth be told... you where falling to his whims as well. Alastor didn't necessarily have "territory" but many places in one area he had influence in and quite often frequented. When you had rips or damage to your very expensive very delicacy clothing you would walk with him to the seamstress, and afterwards you would often get tea or lunch together. Maybe he knows a good diner or two and ya’ll will sit there and eat, then get a milkshake (mostly bc you wanted one, he just indulges to make you happy though he doesn’t care for the cold sweet taste) and drink it through two straws, awwwwwwwwwwwwe!!

• When either of you knew of prestigious events happening around you invite the other to be your plus one. You go shop together to find outfits for the occasion. You started attending overlord meetings together, with yourself sat on the opposite side of Rosie, sending each other glances and touches under the table whenever Rosie wasn't looking or walked away for a brief moment. At the events you stay close together and often stand away from the crowd, whispering and gossiping together, allowing yourself a to drink silly, little do you know how well he can hold his liquor and often will be the one making sure YOU get home. Sometimes you wake up still dressed, like the gentleman he is, and sometimes you’ll wake up in some red pajama set…. Like the gentleman he is, he’s not gonna let you sleep in an uncomfortable outfit. But he’s respectful about it.

• He often send subliminal messages through your radio to help you fall asleep, to push you to coming to see him, to maybe just stay in your town if he knew something really bad was going on outside. His favorite to do is when your falling asleep he’ll play the calmest songs from his time to comfort you as you drift off.

• When he officially asked to court you he compared you to the beautiful crimson of the sky, saying your cheeks where more bright and delightful to gaze at then the morning sky, when it was particularly bright. All kinds of poetic gestures, sending crows to your windows, sending your gifts of bodies with knives in them, and the knives had small notes left for you on some quote from a book you like. Now how he knows those are your favorite books are beyond you…. you don’t talk about your books much but, maybe he’s seen you reading it at some random point in time? Who knows, not you.

• He’s all in all not a bad partner, of course when you want to go out he usually goes along with what you want to do but if there’s something he refuses to do, his claws are sinking into your arms to keep you from dragging him to do it.

• His smile is genuine around you and you adore when he lets you pet his ears~ he’s not that intimate early on in the relationship but when your just sitting on a couch or watching the sun set from somewhere and you just reach over and pet his ears, he is putty in your hands, physically he keeps his compose fairly well but inside he’s willing to do anything to keep you touching his ears, telling himself he would sell YOU his soul if it meant you wouldn’t stop, petting his ears and helping him groom his antlers, don’t even get me started on the tail… oh wait he’s already got something going on with that… well darn… hopefully you will keep accepting his caring actions rather than push them away.

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• One night some sinner had gotten into your liquor stash and drank himself ditzy, you chased him into an ally way, looking to end his fucking life. Most of those where gifts from clients that most likely had aphrodisiacs and at the time where trying to get down your pants, but he drank from one of the few special bottles Alastor had gifted you and you went ballistic. You ended up catching him and killing him, and taking a tip from Rosie and ripped some of his limbs off, letting yourself indulge in the taste of warm, liquor filled blood. When you came too you realized you didn't know where you had chased him. Now covered in blood, liquor, rain, mud and whatever mess you stepped in on your way over. Seeing the iluminating lights of the sign for the Hazbin Hotel, your only thought was to try and get to Alastor.

*knock knock knock*

*creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*

"Oh! Oh my gosh, hi! Come in Come in. " An ecstatic girl ushered you inside, making a towel appear seemingly out of nowhere and helping you dry off. "I'm Charlie, whats your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me" I respond trying to shake off my chills, my nose starts to get a bit runny. "Uhm I'm Y/N, I don't mean to sound intrusive- uh is Alastor here?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to just barge in but after the night I've had I wasn't in too much of a mood for pleasantries.

"Oh yes! Here, why don't you sit at the bar, have some tea or water or something and I'll run up to his radio tower." She sat me down at a bar stool and walked away. The bartender was turned around already whipping me up something.

"So he's got you wrapped up here huh?" I inquired with a smirk, resting my hands under my chin and trying to keep a little composure. His wings ruffled a little bit before he reached for my favorite hell made brand of brandy, my cotten candy brandy, I'm not one for sweets but I love the zing it gives you. The kind where you loose your vision for a good 7 seconds.

"You haven't usually been one to be a stranger, what gives?" Husk asked turning around handing me my drink and a bowl of pretzels.

"Well when I saw you weren't at your usual gambling tables I didn't think to question it, thought you where maybe getting more chips... ooooor hooking up in the chip room.... ooooor selling even MORE of your soul, if that's even possible, maybe like your wings or your feathers or, like your body as a human shield in the next extermination, never thought you'd be here slinging drinks." I shrugged swirling my drinks around the glass before taking a sip.

Before he could respond he took a bit of a step back and growled really low and deep in his throat.

"Ah yes well he owed me a favor and since I took an investment in this hotel I needed a little work on it done." Alastor came up behind me with a warm towel wrapping it around my shoulders as the one Charlie gave me was wrapped around my waist keeping my legs warm... unfortunatly the sinner got caught at a bad time, I was in the middle of 'me time' before bed and was in my good silk nighty. Glad I walked to my office with my fuzzy robe and ballet slippers. I feel really warm and fuzzy, my heads all….. comfy now… is that static coming from Alast-

"Oh deerest your all wet, would you like to come up and I can help you clean up." He asked you shaking the towel on your shoulders helping you sit up. "Oh yes please" you responded looking at him with sad tired eyes.

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I took a sip of the warm tea Alastor had made me and laid back in the bath, taking it all in. I WAS just planning a quiet evening in at home, maybe snack on some treats I got in the Gluttony ring, watch some hells soap operas. Now I’m here, in my beau’s bathroom, relaxing… maybe I can convince him to let me up to his radio tower to listen to his late night show live, oh that would be fun. I wonder what it looks like up there? I’ve only ever seen his actual town house… a little ways away from town-

*CRASH *

“What the fuck?!” I sat up so fast I almost slipped, sitting on my butt… in the tub…. Shit did he spike my tea?

“Alastor? Is everything okay?” I asked loudly. Standing up carefully keeping three points of contact with the tub and the floor. I reached for a different robe he had given me, a soft red fluffy one, with (what I hope is faux ) fur along the collar and wrists.

Walking towards the bathroom door very carefully I cautiously reached for the shiny silver handle. Telling myself it’s okay but feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, and the handle was the top of the pit…

“Alastor?” I called out again, once more not getting an answer, bringing my hands to my mouth when I heard a large thump out there, trying to keeping my composure… oh what the hell they know I’m here already. I went to turn the handle what the door got pushed in, had I been able to see what happened I would’ve seen Alastor in his demonic form and it probably would’ve scared the actual shit outta me… but NOPE

I went to open the door when it got pushed open and a bright blue flash covered all of my vision and made me feel… kinda tried… but I’m awake, almost like I’m not in my body… it’s… really hard……. To keep my….. keep my eyes …………………………….………open…….

• You collapsed to the floor slowly breathing, in a trance, feeling some sharper claws pick you up bridal style, if you weren’t so dazed out you would see Alastor frozen in time… like a paused TV… unable to get to you, or subdue your captor. You still had enough conscience to hear a muffled voice talking to a phone~

“Yeah we got her… foil chains worke—“

“Get her ba-“

“…. Longer you take the quicker……….. flasher wears-“

• Last thing you could remember hearing before completing falling out was a radio scramble in your brain, the sound going from a hollow scraggly to a tight scraggle- like turning the tv in between stations………

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AN: WELLLLL WHAT DID YA THINK???? Did you skip to down here or did you read the WHOLE thing. I really hope ya’ll like this, I’m so excited to make part 2, and maybe 3 or 4 depending on how far this goes.

Thank you to anyone who reads this and interacts in any way shape or form!!! Even if it’s just reading :) HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND REMEMBER

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[justaaveragereader]

Hihi!! First of all I love your writings and I've been meaning to ask for a long time teehee 🤭 It doesn't have to be long or a full fic but could I request a friends to lovers san smut where hes your best friend and gets jealous of you talking to this one guy constantly so one day while you're calling that guy he fucks you while youre on the phone 👀👀👀 sorry if its so specific djdjsjd thank you <33

Hello🖤! First off thank you for loving my work I love you. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I’m here now, and hopefully don’t disappoint! Friends to lovers?!? Ooooweeee this was my first time, and I wanted to make this shorter but once again I couldn’t help myself😵‍💫this was such an amazing request how could I have shortened it😭?! Also never apologize about being specific, I LOVE when requests are specific it gives me a clear direction to head in!

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Sharing Isn’t Caring

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Oral (Lotssss Of Pussy Eating), Possessiveness, Jealousy, Humiliation, San Is Down Bad For The Reader, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know

✍️Masterlist✍️

“Idk why you even talk to that guy, he's a complete tool.”

“If he’s a tool what does that make you Sannie?”

Cutting your eyes to your childhood best friend. Whose eyes you swore almost popped out of his skull. You guys were constantly together, both of your friend groups had joked that you were last lovers in each lifetime. You’d be lying if you said that you stopped looking at San as a “best friend” a while ago, but you didn’t want to tread that murky water.

“Wh-What does that make me?! It makes me a guy who's looking out for his bestfriends best interest! I don’t trust this guy, you saw how he looked at me last time I brought you lunch?!?”

Letting out a huff, you finish zipping up your backpack. Cramming as many books in there as you can fit because this “tool of a guy” San was having a heart attack about was your lab partner.

“San, you slammed the bag down on the table, startling the poor guy. Then you decided to enjoy the scenery.”

“It was a nice area, I was enjoying the environment!”

“Choi San, we were in the library! It was 1:00pm on a Tuesday, everyone was in class or at work. There was nothing to see. Not to mention you sat right in between me and him!”

Smacking his lips, he kicks his foot slightly, you can see his blush creeping upon his neck, his eyes shooting down to the floor muttering not so quietly how he was just enjoying the view, and how the middle seat had the best view.

“San there was no middle seat, you literally dragged a chair in between me and him, I watched you pick up his chair and move the man down the table.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walk up to San, putting your finger under his chin lifting his head so he locks eyes with you. He swore he could see his future play out in your eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was a love struck idiot but he felt it, you were his person, you are his person.

“He’s just my lab partner, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

The redness from his neck traveled to his ears, lightly dusting his cheeks as well. He was so in love with you. Your face crinkled as you smiled at him, but the way you asserted yourself in one simple sentence just sent him over the edge. He could feel his heart pop like confetti, he also felt his cock come to life.

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands, flashing him a smile once more, turning on your heels towards his front door. You were big on being on time, entertaining Sans shenanigans you were always late. His body moves like it’s on autopilot, walking quickly towards your fleeing figure. Just as you open the door his hand comes up to close it. You can feel his heavy breath on the back of your head.

“San what are you doing?” You whine out, turning around to poke his chest. As your eyes shoot to him you see that look in his eyes, that look he’s given you many times. The same look he gives when you talk to a man too long for his liking.

“I really don’t want you han-.”

“Hold that thought, San!” Picking up your phone, you slide your thumb across the screen. His body puffs up, in an aggressive like manner, this lab partner was crossing too many boundaries with his person. It's almost like he’s underwater, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh at another man that isn’t him. You look at him with a face of confusion, eyebrows drawn up.

Biting his lip, you watch as his eyes darken. He’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The light that’s behind them dies, and fills with hunger, with ache, with possession. His hand comes to grip your hip, shoving you against the door. His body towers over yours, his chest crushes against yours. Putting the phone to the side, he can hear your lab partner continuing to talk. The chipper tone in his voice pisses him off even further.

“What are you doing?” You whisper/whimper, his knee coming up into between your thighs resting against your clothed cunt. You choke up at his sudden actions, everything feels like it’s happening so fast. His predatory gaze knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m not really too big on sharing, especially when it comes to you.” He whispers quietly into your ear, his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. His cologne clouds your senses. Your cunt clenches around nothing, you have never wanted San more than you want him now.

“Y/n Y/n! Did you hear me?” Your lab partner's voice knocks some sense back into you. It feels like your tongue is knotted in your mouth, you feel his fingertips start to brush against your lower stomach, exploring the soft like skin.

“Well aren’t you going to answer him baby.” He whispers into your ear once more, giving your love a soft kiss. His smooth, cool lips on your heated skin is enough to have you driving yourself up the wall. You let out a quiet whimper, your hand dripping, practically letting the phone slip through your hands but San is quick enough to grip your wrist, making sure you don’t drop your phone.

“I’m-I’m he-RE!” You shout at the last part feeling San hike your body up even extra on his knee. Your clit rubbing against the fabric of your pants.

“Are you alright?” Your lab partner says through a laugh, continuing on about your guys' shared project. Sans kisses slowly turn into soft love bites, nipping at your skin leaving small welts behind. He was going to show everyone you were his. He was tired of this song and dance. He was going to take you, all of you.

Undoing the button on your pants, your eyes watch his every move, while he watches every move of yours. His glance is nothing short of wolfish, while your glance is nothing short of prey like.

“I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand me?” You grunts into your ear. Rutting his hips against yours, you can feel the pulsation from his cock, mouth instantaneously starts to water. He was so much bigger than you imagined. Those late mates staying awake, riding your fingers to completion, curious as to how San would pleasure you, how he would fill you. Nodding your head thoughtlessly your eyes drop down to where his bulge is. Letting out a pathetic whimper you go to grab his hard on that’s straining against his sweats.

Your hand grips your phone muttering “mhms” and fake laughs to let your lab partner know you are still present, which irks San even more. Your attention is supposed to be on him fully.

Hiking your pants down to your ankles he helps you step out of them, kneeling down to help you, when he looks up, catching an eye full of your soaked panties practically calling his name. Your eyes flutter at the way he hawks down your clothed cunt.

Two fingers come up to grab the fabric, pulling it down slowly, as your cunt comes into sight he lets out a groan, not even hesitating he dives face first into your cunt. Causing you to let out a startled moan. His tongue instantly wraps around your clit giving it a good couple sucks before his hands travel up the back of your thighs, hiking one of over his shoulder, while both of his hands come to the back of both thighs prying them open even further to get more of his face into your cunt. He’s practically making out with your pussy, the wet slurping noises of him sucking down your clit, while his hands jiggle your thighs, giving them a light smack, causing your body to jerk in his hold.

His tongue explores more of you, moving down to your sopping hole, as soon as he sticks his tongue in your pussy let’s put a squelching noise. Which sounds like music to Sans ears. As he tongue dives further into you, his nose bumps against your clit. Your body almost caves over from the stimulation. His hand shoots up to your figure pushing you up right against the door. Surely all his neighbors heard what he was doing to you, surely your lab partner knew by now what was happening to you. Thrashing his head around so your clit gets bumped back and forth you drop your phone on the ground, San can hear your lab partners calls to you, asking if you are okay, yet you are so high on San the only thing you can make out is the way he’s feasting on your cunt. Sticking his tongue out, he rubs it all over your cunt making sure not to miss a spot, your cries fill the room.

“This pussy is so good, you've been giving my pussy away, huh? Answer me princess.” He groans, while continuing to slurp up your cunt.

“N-no! No!” You whimper out, back arching off of the front door.

Smacking the back of your thigh, he jiggles the meat of them once more, pulling his face back. Chest heaving up and down, he looks up at you, that playful glint in his eyes. He places a kiss right above your cunt, leading all the way up to your belly button. Small welts are left along the way. Spreading your thighs once more so there is a huge gap.

“You've been giving this pussy, my pussy to your lab partner?”

His face dives in the gap between your legs, letting the back of your thighs go so his face is fully engulfed in between you. Your cries ring out even louder in the room.

“No! I would never!” You cry out, you keep chanting to San how it’s his, and only his. Those words alone fuel his need for possession. Stretching his arm he picks up your dropped phone, noticing the call is still active, rolling his eyes at this guys pathetic ass. He shoves the phone towards you. Pulling his face from in between thighs. Your arousal is just dripping off his face, slapping against the floorboards beneath his kneeling figure.

“Tell him.” He says licking his lips, making sure to not let any of your juices go to waste. Grabbing the phone with shaky hands. Your body floods with embarrassment, yet the way San sees your pussy flutter around nothing he knows you're just as turned on as he is.

“Tell him who you belong to.”

Clearing your throat, your body heats with embarrassment. Your eyes never leave Sans watching as he gets a mouthful of cunt again. Making you stutter in your greeting to your lab partner.

“H-Hi.”

He slaps the back of your thighs harshly, sure to leave a small mark. Your eyes focus into San more who has his eyes closed while he tongues you up and down. He truly looks like he’s making out with someone, his eyes shut in pure bliss while his body is relaxed, hands roaming all over you.

“I belong to Choi San.” You quickly squeak out, not wanting this conversation with your lab partner to go on any further. Signifying that this partnership would not travel further than on school grounds.

“Tell him what I’m doing to you too.” He groans from your pussy, the bass of his voice vibrating all over making your toes curl. Letting out a whine you look at San silently pleading to hang up on your lab partner.

“Hes….hes eating my pussy…and he’s eating it real good” voice practically breathless.

“Now tell him you guys will not be friends. So he can get that out of his head.”

“We..we won’t be friends…” you say through a whimper, your dignity and pride was in hell right now.

“Lemme see the phone.” Shoving the phone to San you lay your head back against the door, his fingers coming up to rub small, slow circles around your pulsating clit.”

“You should see how I’m devouring her pretty pussy. It’s such a sight, she’s responsive too. One small flick to her clit and her eyes swell with tears. Probably wish this was you huh? Knuckle deep in her pussy, tongue fucking her, watching her come undone in your mouth.”

San hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, he knows your lab partner is still there.

“I know all about you, and the thing is I really don’t like sharing. Especially when it comes to her. So I think you should find a new partner, because if I catch you staring at my girl again. I’m going to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her til she can’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’ll fuck her so long and good, only thing she will be able to mutter is my name. So ima ask you do we have a clear understanding?

The lab partner hesitates to answer, both out of fear and horniness. How could he not be turned on by what he just heard, but he’s heard the stories about Choi San, and he’s not someone who you wanna cross.

Letting out a pathetic yes, he hurries and hangs up the phone. A cheshire cat-like smile crosses his face, pulling his fingers out of you, he stares up at your figure. Eyes shooting down to meet his own.

“No where was I?” He asks rhetorically before spreading your thighs once more.

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[creedslove]

hii i'm the anon that has been obsessed to with dave too (you can call me dilf lover 😭😭🫡) but I have not forgot abt our husband joel, what about joel and reader being in a bar, he goes to the bathroom, and some jerk flirts with her, she screams for joel and joel comes outa nowhere and hits the man(?) and then he comforts you ( and maybe have passionate sex in the couch) that ends up in cuddles??😭

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I love Joel so much 🥺

• being with Joel meant you both were an attractive couple, which also meant that eventually some guy would flirt with you and some skank would flirt with your man

• overall, you both just thought it was amusing, being confident you would never exchange the connection you had with each other over some random person's flirt

• one of your favorite activities were definitely show some PDA in front of whoever tried flirting with one of you, it helped spice up the relationship a little bit

• however, you had to admit that female flirtation towards Joel was very often harmless, compared to what some guys did, because some of them were just pushy and insisting and they would only stop if Joel got in the middle of it, and not when you simply showed you weren't interested

• which was what happened that night you two were out for a couple of drinks: it had been a tiring week and you both decided you deserved some time off just to unwind and relax; it was a warm and pleasant evening and you both thought it was a nice idea to go to a bar, that way you could grab a drink, a bite to eat, enjoy each other's company and listen to some music

• and the moment you set foot at that bar, you noticed a guy shooting his gaze at you, which didn't bother you one bit because you had Joel by your side but still, it was a little uncomfortable to be stared at like that for a while

• and yet, you shrugged it off and paid attention to your boyfriend, Joel was in a good mood, he was acting so sweet and flirty towards you it was the perfect mix that made your heart melt and your thighs press against each other

• so when Joel excused himself to go to the restroom, you nodded and blew him a kiss, finishing your burger in one bite and checking up your phone really quickly just to distract yourself a little

• and it was when that guy walked towards you; you didn't know him, he wasn't ugly but well, he wasn't Joel either therefore you weren't interested and it showed

• and you not only showed it, you said it out loud. Repeatedly and the guy simply kept insisting and insisting which made you uncomfortable and angry

• but the worst part was when he grabbed your arm and tried to drag you out of the table, you'd had enough, but he was stronger than you and you wouldn't stand a chance, so you called for Joel, since he was already making his way back to your table

• and your boyfriend was furious, I mean it, he was glaring daggers at the guy and spitting fire and any kind of attempt to be civil and simply talk things through died the moment he saw the man's grip on you

• Joel didn't think twice, he punched him because no one, and I mean it, no one messes up with his girl

• and of course it quickly became a commotion, so Joel paid the check and took you home

• when you both got home, he was incredibly sweet, assuring you things were alright and that he loved you; he also worried a little bit about you being scared of his reaction or thinking it was too much, but luckily that wasn't the case, you immediately cuddled up to him and snuggled your man

• you took his right hand and caressed and kisses his knuckles, showing you were thankful for his protection, even if you were feeling a little upset that jackass had ruined your evening with your man, you were also thankful to have Joel in your life

• he kissed your lips in return, and pulled you closer and with both of your hands caressing your bodies, it didn't take long for you to make love on your couch, after all, you loved each other and nothing and no one could break you two apart 💖

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[scaranation]

༊*·˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒’ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓

header art by @/kkaags on twitter

Pairing: chess captain!Ayato x reader

Content: fluff, headcannons, modern high school au, ayato is slightly a red flag on this one

You joined the chess club as a newcomer to the game, where Ayato introduces himself as a fellow beginner. You think he's just terrible at chess - after all, how could he lose to you so often? However, as time goes on, you begin to question if you're the one who's been playing into his hands all this time...

a/n - was just rereading ayato lore and remembered he plays chess, so i wanted to write about him doing it in a modern chess setting where he's absolutely whipped for the reader 😭 i cant stop writing about desperate genshin men im so sorry

chess captain!ayato, who’s been harbouring a small crush on you ever since you stepped foot in campus. despite taking different classes, you’d always be the centre of his attention, even if you rarely interacted with him.

chess captain!ayato, who’s elated to see you join the club. the moment you confess to being a beginner, he flashed you a smile before asserting that he, too, was new to the game.

chess captain!ayato, who revelled in the gleeful look on your face whenever you won a game against him. he’d take care to fumble right into your victory each time, just to feel his heart flutter when you smiled.

chess captain!ayato, who’d play exactly as you wanted when you tried book moves for the first time. oh, you were attempting a scholar’s mate? he’d ‘accidentally’ fall right into the trap, feigning shock as you smugly pushed your queen to F7.

chess captain!ayato, who ignored the incredulous looks everyone else shot him when he blundered his way through every game with you. as a highly accomplished player - winning all the tournaments he competed in - it certainly was a sight to see the kamisato ayato open with pawn to H4.

chess captain!ayato, who would only play at his true level when you weren’t looking. his favourite hobby was to push the worst move possible and watch your thinly veiled happiness as you won yet again, pretending to be annoyed when you teased him for his ‘stupidity’.

chess captain!ayato, who would leave ayaka to run the club as his vice captain whenever he was busy in a game with you. he enjoyed the expression on your face as you thought, the light twitching of your lips to murmur ghostly syllables to yourself. he liked to imagine how those lips would feel on his.

chess captain!ayato, who would desperately try to prevent you from realising he wasn’t exactly as bad as you thought he was. when you were talking to your friends about how absolutely hopeless he was at chess, he’d shoot them a silencing look to staunch their shocked expressions. if you tried to look up previous records from tournaments, you’d somehow find yourself in conversation with him and forget about what you were doing entirely.

chess captain!ayato, who’d nod eagerly and let you ‘coach’ him in chess. he’d smile so delicately as you bid him good luck before a tournament, whilst everyone else idly wondered why on earth the feared ayato would need help to be reminded of piece value.

chess captain!ayato, who’d be too immersed to notice you if you walked in on him playing a proper game. you’d be stunned at the way his fingers gracefully snapped the pieces into position without hesitation, the subtle clink of lacquered wood against the board reasonating through the room as he claimed piece after piece. he was nothing like the foolish, impulsive player you’d versed countless other times.

chess captain!ayato, who’d study his opponents with an almost terrifying look of sheer calculation. his eyes would skim emotionlessly over the board, lithe hands almost flying between the pieces and the timer. occasionally, a cold smirk or two would escape - indicative of his incoming victory.

chess captain!ayato, who’d look so wounded when you found out - acting like you’d caught him cheating on your non-existent relationship. you’d only feel embarrassed at having thought you were better than this absolute menace of a player, whilst he apologised time and time again before (timidly) asking you to play one more round.

chess captain!ayato, who’d then offer to properly teach you outside of school hours. of course, he didn’t view them as tutoring sessions - he saw them as dates. or, perhaps, just opportunities for him to admire your face until he reached the stage of his plan where he could ask you out, and you’d be too equally infatuated to refuse.

Checkmate.

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#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin headcannons #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato x y/n #ayato headcanons #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato fluff #ayato hcs #yandere genshin x reader #yandere ayato #kamisato ayato fluff #kamisato ayato imagines #kamisato ayato angst #kamisato ayato x you #kamisato ayato

[shepherds-of-haven]

Blade: “Now that you’ve reunited with Red what’re you feelings on him.”

My MC: “Oh yeah we’re just friends now. No romance between us now”

Blade: “Good… Yknow because fraternization between Shepherds is a no-no…”

Also Blade: *Wins MC a prize and doesn’t leave her side for the rest of the night*

I need his confession scene to absolutely wreck me bc he’s not slick at ALL. Strangers on the street can prolly see how much he likes MC 😭😭

He is such a filthy hypocrite and also an idiot in this scene lol, Mr. "Oh Good because Fraternization between Shepherds is Definitely Not Allowed" not realizing he definitely wants to fraternize with MC in the future... talk about shooting yourself in the foot lmao

#Shepherds of Haven #Blade #Blade Bronwyn #spoilers #mild #chapter 4 #alpha build #alpha preview

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The Villains' Pastime: Gourmet Food Highlights

Another day, another event focused on the LOV and their targeted psychic attacks on Skeptic's blood pressure (+ ReDestro's wallet)

The event starts with the gang fully embracing the freeloader lifestyle: lounging around and playing cards, ordering premium food on the PLF's dime, and doing absolutely nothing to actually help out with running the organization they violently took over like a week ago.

Everyone praises Tomura for being good at cards, with Compress and Twice wondering how he can be so good at reading others even though most of them are wearing masks. Jin then proceeds to shout out what his hand is, solving part of the mystery behind Tomura's undefeated winning streak in record time.

They want to play another game, but Tomura shoots them down bc it's close to noon and he's hungry. They agree to stop playing cards and get some lunch, and start talking about what sort of gourmet (read: expensive) foods they should try next. Tomura breezily talks about how nice it is to finally have money to burn (he's the worst ♥️), which inevitably summons Skeptic from the fourth ring of hell to bitch everyone out about wasting the PLF's precious funds.

"Thanks a bunch~" If Skeptic murks you in your sleep, you really only have yourself to blame Mister.

No one does "endearing in a criminally insane way" quite like Tomura. 😬

Trumpet senses that things are about to get ugly (or that skeptic is about five seconds away from a full blown hypertensive crisis) and intervenes, suggesting that they play a game of cards-- If Tomura wins, the PLF will foot the bill. If Skeptic wins, they either have to pay for their own lunch or just go hungry.

Tomura (quite predictably) says "fuck that" and tells Spinner just to go buy them lunch at a convenience store.

>be me >be stuck in a secret base hidden deep in the mountains >be literally miles away from civilization and the nearest town >tfw warp gate is doing ten-to-life and warp sludge is being gatekept by the world's most toxic Ivo Robotnik cosplayer 😔 >my boss, fully aware of all the above, orders me to walk to the nearest town and buy him a frozen burrito from a gas station >mfw

IS THIS YOUR MAN, SPINNER.

Tomura lightly bullying his friends and making unreasonable requests is nothing new, but this one strikes me as hilariously mean spirited even by his standards bc it’s also implied Tomura expects Spinner to foot the bill on top of all that:

BRO FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE 😭

Trumpet eventually convinces Tomura that it would actually (read: obviously) be faster to just settle the issue with a game of cards-- Tomura finally gives in, and they settle on a game of blackjack.

Compress explains the rules of blackjack and offers to deal the cards-- Trumpet shuts this down immediately and says that HE will deal the cards, thank you very much:

As an aside, I love how utterly shameless they make Compress in these events lmao.

Tomura and Skeptic begin their game, and Tomura quickly makes it apparent that he approaches blackjack with the same suicidally reckless abandon as he does pretty much everything else:

Out of context MHA, eat your heart out.

Spinner, Compress, and Dabi all worry that Tomura has drawn too many cards and is gonna lose by default, but Jin and Himiko both express their faith in his abilities as an ill-gotten bread winner (<3)

Tomura and Skeptic both reveal their hands, and we hard cut to the aftermath where the LOV are gushing about all the high quality meat they bought on the PLF's dime while Skeptic seethes in the corner.

>Tomura

> making logical choices

well, there's your first mistake.

Trumpet tells Skeptic to stop being a hater and dig in, casually siding with the LOV now that they've won their premium beef:

Trumpet:

Like a true politician.

The lunch party continues until ReDestro enters the scene... gushing about some high quality meat he managed to get ahold of and asking the League if they'd like some hot pot. :) Skeptic realizes his life is a cosmic joke. The event ends.

Bonus Stuff:

This is starting to feel less like a case of the LOV simply liking sushi and more like a united effort to haze Dabi. Deserved, tbh.

Jin telling Himiko to eat her veggies and Compress fondly watching her eat her weight in meat......... they r SO cute wtf..................,😭

>I start joking about Tomura being the most rancid godawful tsundere in existence

>somewhere out there, apollo draws back his dodgeball arm

He sure complains a lot for someone who grumpily indulges their every whim, huh.

#MHUI #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #todoroki touya #shimura tenko #my hero academia #mhui blogging

[thatone-brightstar]

Heyyyy, been loving your stuff recently! After binging season 2 of ‘the bear’ I’ve noticed I absolutely NEED some platonic fluff with the Reader/OC(fox) and Richie where they just comfort him and tell him he’s worth being alive and he amounts to something because episode one was absolutely heartbreaking😭 and I need something to make me feel better for him, especially after all his great character development this seasonnn!!

Hi! I'm glad you like it!

I also only watched ep1 especially to write this because you are so right- not even five minutes in and they had me in tears with the analogy.

So here you go, for you, for me and anyone else that wanted to hug sad Richie through the screen.

PS. I haven't finished S2 yet so don't fret if it's a bit inaccurate.

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Purpose (Richie Jerimovich X Platonic Fem!Reader)

Words: 1.4k

(Part of -but not exclusive to- TB&TF universe)

‘Richie emergency. Need help’

Carmy’s text was pretty ambiguous yet sort of straight forward nonetheless. You expected a second one with a bit more context, but you knew with the whole renovation conundrum it was a miracle he even had the head to write the simple sentences in the first place. Plus, knowing the two for almost close to a year didn’t grant you any solace, because a Richie emergency could be either something small like a disagreement or more serious like having to bail someone out of jail. 

The memory doesn’t settle too well in your stomach and your strides grow quicker over the snow covered gravel that invades the space beside the restaurant.

The warmth engulfs you fully once you cross the back, scarf and beanie now unnecessary in the comfortable building. As you make your way to the office, you greet Manny and Angel with a soft pat on the back- so as to not distract them from their tasks- and unwrap the wool fabric from your neck, dropping it over the small bench by the lockers on your way in.

You can hear a soft conversation emanating from the small room, voices matching those of Carmy and Natalie once you’re close enough to the entrance to see them, and they you.

“Hey-” You greet with short breath, stepping into the room and planting a quick kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, then leaning down to hug Natalie, who’s sitting on the squeaky old chair that just doesn’t seem to break yet. “I brought my mom’s first aid, what’s the emergency?”

“Why?” Carmy asks, confused.

“Well, you just said ‘emergency’ and I thought someone got stabbed again.” You respond confidently, raising the plastic case into view and shaking it lightly.

Carmy huffs out a small laugh while Nat’s expression is one of concern, mumbling a confused ‘again?’ under her breath.

“What? No- everyone’s limbs are good- I think-” He takes the kit from your hands and places it on the desk behind him. “Listen- Richie’s kinda not his usual self right now.”

“And that’s… bad.” You squint your eyes and tilt your head as you try to process his line of thought.

“I’m still debating it-” Nat kicks his foot softly at his answer, shooting him a look that you’d very much use with your younger brother too. “Okay- no but kinda. D’you think you can, like talk to him, maybe-please?”

A heavy sigh escapes as you cross your arms and lean back against the door frame, eyes flicking between the Berzattos. “What d’you even want me to say to him, it's Richie- he’s not the most open book here…”

“No, but you are pretty convincing-” Nat adds. “Something about the face…”

You scoff and shake your head.

“C’mon, babe please? He likes you… and you’re better at this sort of thing than us.”

You bite the inside of your lip in scrutiny for a few seconds, then uncross your arms and push yourself off. “Where is he?” In sync, their arms raise with a pointed finger in direction to the front of house and the slight smile playing over Nat’s face has you rolling your eyes. “There’s a hole on your wall- by the way.” You tell them, pointing loosely to your left, before disappearing again down the corridor.

Richie’s exactly where they said, behind the now empty counter, with small pieces of tape hanging from the tips of his fingers and eyes deeply concentrated on something on the bar. He looks up for a second when your shadow obscures his view and gives you a single nod. You place your forearms over the slightly dusty counter and rest your chin above your hands, trying to be as quiet as possible while he struggles to tape down the hole in the center of an old poster.

“It’s easier if you tape it from the back-” 

“I know how to fix a fuckin’ poster, alright?”

“-Okay” You say defensively.

“I know how to do things- I’m not some fuckin’ useless moron…” He says under his breath and the wounded expression that slips from the veil furrows your brows.

“No one said you were, Rich.”

“Good, cause I’m not.” His eyes flicker up again, expecting a taunting look on your face that didn’t correlate to your words, but found nothing more than your undivided attention. “What’re you doing here anyway? Kindergarten let you out early?” 

You’re shoulders shake with a short laugh and a thin smile pulls at his lip at your reaction.

“Just wanted to say hi, see how everyone’s doing…” You shrug, looking around the half packed room and to the newspaper covered windows that give the place a somber feel. “The place looks shitty...er.”

“Yeah- but your boyfriend’s got it all under control-” His tone is slightly irritated as he angrily pulls at the tape that’s beginning to stick to his skin. “Syd and Nat got it all under control- I don’t even know why I’m still here.”

“Cause we all need you here.” Richie’s eyes turn to you with a sheer hope that he tries to hide with a humorless scoff.

“For what? To be the butt of the joke?” He clears his throat and shakes his head, looking back down and picking mindlessly at the tape. “Nah, they don’t need me here. This is Carmy’s thing- like painting’s yours and all the gay- sorry, fruity- desserts are Marcus’ thing… I ain’t got a thing.” 

“Course you do.” You answer like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You know more about this place than any of us- Carmy included. Plus, who else is gonna keep him in check when he goes off on a tangent?”

“You.” He shrugs.

“But I’m not always gonna be here-”

“You’re breakin’ up again?”

“What? No-” You sigh and reach a hand to your hair, before remembering all the dust over your palm and putting it back down instead. “I meant… that these guys need someone to look out for them. Yeah, this-” You move your hand around the space. “is Carmy’s and Syd’s and Nat’s thing but, it’s also yours too.”

He keeps his gaze focused on his hands, but you can slightly see the tint starting to cover the edge of his baggy eyes. He’s quiet for a while, soaking up your words and letting them settle in his head beside the dark thoughts that you know a bit too well.

“Then what? What're they gonna do with me when they don’t need me anymore?” He speaks again with a hoarse voice, harshly sniffing back and raising his head to the ceiling. “They're the only family I got. Mickey’s gone- you took Carmy.” He points loosely to you and an amused blow leaves your nose. “This place… shithole n’ all, it’s all I got. And now it’s gonna be gone too. Where am I gonna fit in the new place?”

“It’s not gonna be gone if… you keep the memory with you.” You smile warmly up at the man and slowly reach out to press the tiny pieces of sticky plastic already popping off the poster. “And the guys are gonna be the talent, but the new place is still gonna need a soul.”

Richie nods slowly, brows creased as if not fully convinced. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out, doubting whether to ask.

“...I’m the soul, right?”

“You’re the soul.” You respond between laughs, with a shake of your head and Richie joins in timidly.

Your brows rise as your eyes land on the messy scribbling over an empty pizza box discarded beside you. You pull it closer in hopes that the writing will make more sense, but all you can make out is a few words and sums that are definitely not being added correctly.

“30k plus 50k equals 70k…who made these?” You ask Richie.

He leans down, eyes squinted and trying to read through. “I think those are Carmy’s chicken scratchings…”

You copy his stance and squint your own eyes in hopes to make out the words, then bite your lip to stop the small giggle when you read through the operations. Two or three sums are crossed out with another sitting beside it, underlined twice to confirm that it’s the correct one, though it’s just as wrong as the other two.

“Oh, my poor man…” You sigh in amusement and turn to his cousin. “See? Tangent.”

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#the bear & the fox #the bear fx #richie needs a hug #richie jerimovich #the bear tv #the bear hulu #the bear headcanon #carmy the bear #ask #carmy x reader #richie x platonic reader

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸

"𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you chose to be perilous at the person that you only just met.....or is it?

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : keeping it very simple as I can

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM x reader, language, use of Y/N, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry is (30+), Jason (*gags* I know- sorry), age gap, reader will draw bl00d but not (g0re), Enzo! reoccurring :)), old family friends reunion, Jason calling reader a b*tch and slight physical abuse, vi0lence, manipulation, mentions of corpses, binding reader wrists with a rope

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : finally! some slight fluff, of course, the angst will never left lol, set in 17th century, dark fantasy, romance, action, upside down exists in this, almost revealing everything of the lost memory that Eddie had 👀

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I'm so sorry for the long wait! I got sick and there's been so many life happenings but I'm back! I hope y'all staying hydrated 🥺🫶🏻

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : wow, even just a little support on to this series, I tried to post a few parts to test it to see if the crowd will like it and honestly, omg, I'm a bit surprised and literally so grateful for the feedback that I'm receiving and YOU GUYS! the reblogs, the likes and the comments really helped a lot! 😭❣️

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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"Have you found her yet?"

"No, sign of her, your eminence"

"Then don't stop until you find her!" Henry points at the door, the light from the fireplace adds the flame that's going on behind his eyes

The knight bows and walks away, the receding footsteps echoes as Jason taunts him

"Jason, will you just leave me at peace"

"I think I saw a familiar face today" Jason places his foot onto the table as he leans down on his chair, your father's chair

Henry blinks as he thinks for a moment

"Who is it?"

"I didn't get the chance to ask for his name, but I think and I'm very certain that he is the boy that we took from-"

"Wayne"

"That's right, him"

"What about him?"

He shrugs as he says "Nothing is just I can feel that he will interfere with our plan soon"

Henry hums as he bites to the apple

"He probably doesn't remember anything since you erased his memories, right?"

He stopped chewing as he glares at Jason, "I'm not proud of it and you know it"

"Don't be such a wussy, Henry, we have to make hard sacrifices to fulfill our plan for this world"

He doesn't want to talk about this, he wants you on his side

"You know, you're not like this before when we entered this kingdom, ever since she swiftly walks into your sight- you're pretending to be like what?!?-" Jason makes a mockery of batting his eyelashes at him

"Like you didn't do shit?!? You're not a bad person?!? Don't fucking wash your hands on me and make yourself a change person, Henry, you're messed up since the beginning" Jason punctuates his every point with his finger

"I didn't asked for this, Jason!" Henry now ignores the apple that he's eating earlier, he lost his appetite

"I don't want this, I-I wanted to change!-" Henry can feel himself break for wanting to feel seen

"You can't change when it's already been done, don't you get it?!? You can't fucking have her just admit!" Jason shoots back as he sighs in exasperation

"Do you think she'll forgive you- if she finds out that you what?!? Killed half of the population of her damn country?!? Jason squints his eyes on him as Henry stood up and freezes on the spot

He starts walking as he halted for a second to look at Jason

"Say all you want but I'm not gonna stop until I find her"

Jason scoffs as he muttered words to himself

"I'm just protecting him and well- fuck it- he'll be sooooo devastated when finally got his heart broke" he says as he drank his last ounce of rum

You, Eddie, Jeff and Gareth have been bonded for over a month already and it's almost like you forgotten that you're hiding for a reason

Gareth grew on you, he's not mean to you anymore but still as a dear friend to Eddie- he'll destroy you if you do anything shitty to him

But Eddie is Eddie, he is so headstrong to his belief's and whatever Gareth tries to tell him not to give in to you easily, he always fails

There's nothing that he can do about that but to cave in as well

You will not betray them all, will you?

"Jeff! That's not funny!" You exclaimed as you try to chase him but he always moves away faster than you

He's teasing you about you became so enamored by Eddie at the first place

Of course, Jeff, always and he will never miss it

The way you looked at each other? He already knew

"It's the truth, right? Why would you be infuriated with me if it's the truth?"

"Because!"

"Because, what?"

You sighed as you lift your shoulders "It's ridiculous to even talk about this!"

He beat you again as he runs at the other corner "Why would it be ridiculous?"

You groaned "God- I'm tired, Jeff" you say it with a soft chuckle

He tug a small smile as he stands beside you

"Hey, uh- just to be clear, princess-"

"Please, stop with the formality"

He chuckles "Alright, Y/N"

"Much better"

"You're the light that he needs, you know? I mean- Eddie will never lose his faith on everything, I guarantee you that, is just that you added more to never make him give up" Jeff carefully speaks as he looked from his behind as he saw Eddie and Gareth are both walking together to catch up with you two

Your feelings are not important at the moment and now- Jeff saying this to you

Didn't helped

"Why are you saying this, Jeff?"

"You should look out for yourself too, you deserve to be happy"

It warms your heart to have a friend like him "That's nice of you to say, um- thank you" he saw the gleam in your eyes that falters slightly as he creased his brows for a bit as you spoke

"I know, but not right now since everything is heated up and I just don't want to use my feelings to stay away from the real problem"

He understands your decision and he's glad that you're aware of the obvious tension that you both Eddie had "Your father raised you, right, Y/N"

You giggled "Yeah, he did" you nod

"I picked some firewood!" Gareth speaks as he crossed your path from where you and Jeff been standing

"Yes! I'm so famished" you say as you held your stomach

"Y/N"

"Yes, Eddie?"

"Would you care to have a walk with me?"

"I will take that offer gladly"

You both start walking together as you glanced at Jeff who is already smiling as he looks away and starts helping Gareth

You're living with them for a month and you already knew some of their traits and you can point them out clearly

You can tell Eddie is nervous

You've seen him nervous but never like this

"What is it, Eddie?" You stopped him by holding both of his shoulders

The moment he looks straight on your eyes, he can't stand still

Your eyes, my god- it's like you're from a hazy memory that he really tries to remember but he couldn't

Your touches isn't foreign to him, he trusts you with all his heart and soul, he knows that you're aren't a stranger to him

The memory that he had before? He wants it so badly

The only chilly thing that sends to his spine, it's either he knew you as a friend or an enemy

But, he just doesn't feel anything, not a single thing that he can point out that is bad to you

That's why he is so sure that you are nothing but a straightforward and most trusting person ever

He took a sharp breath "It's been a month and I feel so guilty not telling you anything"

"About what?"

"About me"

"Oh"

You're both sitting together at the boulder and Eddie is now carving random woods

When he is carving random woods at the ground with that furrowed look on his face

There is something, something that he should talk about

You reach his hand and looked at you with those chocolate hues on his eyes

"Eddie, you don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready"

He doesn't replied to your remark, it looked like he wants to listen, so you keep going

"Just because I'm here with you for a while, it's not my place to like that you should tell me everything right away, you know?"

He nods as he ducks his head down

"Unless, you want to talk about it?"

He takes a deep breath as looked back at you "No" he says as he shook his head

"That's okay, you don't have to stress yourself-"

"I just want you to trust me"

The look you gave him it looked like you we're saying "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Eddie, you've earned it in the first place, the day you saved me and the way you genuinely let me stay at your place, that's enough" you say to him as you hold his hand tighter for reassurance

"You don't have to prove yourself to me" you added as you smile

"Why?"

"Because you already proven that you're kind enough to trust"

That comment alone, eases his mind, the thought that is ruining him right now finally flushes deep elsewhere

"You two, there you are! Dinner is ready, guys" Gareth voice snapped the both of you back into reality as you both walked back at the house

"This flavor is really excellent" you say as you munch down the chicken

"Give your compliments at the chef" Jeff nudges his chin towards, Gareth

Gareth dramatically bows at you as all of you laughed to his action

"The vegetables are nicely blanched" Eddie says as he chows down a piece of broccoli onto his mouth

You watch the three men do silly things with each other as the dinner goes filled with lots of bickering and laughing

"I want all of you back in my palace"

They've never swing their heads at you that fast

"Pardon?" Jeff leans forward closer to you as you chuckled

"I said, I want all of you to live in my palace!"

"You're fucking with us, right?" Gareth swallows his mashed potato as he looked over at Eddie who is well....

He looked like his soul left his body and wouldn't budge for a minute

They all cheered as Gareth says

"Wait- The fact that I am friend's with the royal!-"

"Hey, I could be mean if I wanted to" you say with a serious tone

"You don't want her to be like that, Gareth, I've been there and it's not a very good picture" Eddie took a sip from his rum as he glanced at Jeff

"Yeah, it's a terror situation!" Jeff nods along with Eddie

You crossed your arms in front of Gareth as he furrows his brows

"You didn't liked me at first, right?" You lean forward, an intimidated Gareth gulped

He quickly goes to explain himself as his two friends start sniggering at each other

"No! I liked you- now"

"Because you found out that I was a princess?"

"What? No!-"

"You're so awful to me, there's so many ways that I could punish you for being so disrespectful to me"

"Like.... What?"

"Execution"

Gareth exclaims so loudly that you can swear that the roof comes off and his voice wooshes it's way out of it

You, Eddie and Jeff start laughing hardly as Gareth now very looking grumpy

"You should stop taking things very seriously" Eddie points at him as he can't stop laughing

Jeff still wheezes as he looks back at Gareth with that look

Meanwhile, you, looked so smug

"For your information, you grew on me because you didn't do anything to piss me off"

"Like what, exactly?"

"For betraying us"

You nod with a fond smile on your face

"Maybe, it's because- it didn't happen yet or I'm just delusional" Gareth mumbled more words to himself as he collects the plates

Jeff throws a piece of bread at Gareth who smoothly dodges it "Do you think people will finally accept us?" he turns his head around at Eddie as he asks a question

You tilt your head at Jeff because what?!?

Is this what Eddie is trying to tell you?

This is what Eddie doesn't want sometimes, facing the facts but it will always haunts him

"I don't know, man, I wish they'll hear us or give us a chance to speak for ourselves, maybe that day or I hope it will come sooner or later" he gave him a small smile as he stands up and goes outside for a bit

"What is that all about?" you said as you tried to at Jeff who is avoiding your gaze

Jeff opens his mouth to say something but closes it, hesitating as he looks at Gareth who is already drying his hands with a towel, he nods at him

"Eddie, doesn't like to talk about it"

"About what?"

"How he got himself ended up here" Gareth sats down across the table

You blink at them, you think your words very carefully

"What happened?"

"We don't know" Gareth sighs as he wipes the table

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N- he doesn't remember anything what happened to him, the only thing that he can remembers is that he has someone like a family member but somehow he can't pick it up to who it is and I know there's more to the story but that's all he can say for now, so, you gotta have to forgive him, if he's so defensive when it comes to this and he has always been rejected by the public, I mean- your people" Jeff explains as you processing everything

Your eyes flashes with empathy as you finally understand Eddie's guilt

"Rejected?"

"He was false allegedly accused in black magic, Y/N" Gareth speaks as he rest his arm around the chair

Why is that sounds so familiar? your mind went blank as you try to catch the memory that is coming to you

"Including the both of us, Me and Jeff, we knew that he's loyal to what he fights for, so, we helped him and here we are"

"I swear- if I find out who done this to us, I'm gonna annihilate whoever it was"

"Let's not be too hasty, Gareth"

You feel like your heart might burst any second, when you finally remembered the last important information about your life

"I-I think I knew Eddie" your eyes became glossy as you smiled a little

Jeff and Gareth whip their heads at you, the surprised expressions from their face, you can't miss it

"Who are you?" A very deep hoarse voice that's going on outside

You, Jeff and Gareth got wicked at the voice of a stranger as all of you sprint outside

"Don't! I got this" Eddie has himself pinned against the wall, the older man threatens to attack him with a dagger

"Please- drop the dagger, we can talk about this" Jeff walks slowly, proceeding with caution

"Stop this!" Gareth yelled, upset when the estranged man didn't care to look at him for once

If you don't look hard enough, you won't recognize the person

You gasp to yourself as you cupped your mouth

"Enzo?"

He follows your voice, turns his head around and there you are

You could hear him breathing heavily almost like it's unbelievable that you're standing there

"Y/N? Are you real?" He knits his brows together, he is still wearing the same uniform that your father once wore

"Yes, I am- please drop the dagger, they're my friends" you reason with him with pleading eyes

He blinks through the rage from the state he was in before as he backs away from Eddie who is gasping for air as he sats down on the ground

You checked on him to make sure if he was okay, he nods weakly as he watches the person that you claimed, you knew

He's your family's most skilled general, your father, Jim- became one of the greatest duos in history because of how they manage to do anything against war and collision

They prioritize of what the people need, they focus on the weak low points of the kingdom before putting themselves first

You didn't know all of it but you're aware of many enemies that your father Jim had because of his selfless acts

Your eyes welled in happiness as you can't help but to embrace him

"I'm sorry, it's been a while since I saw a real living person"

"It's okay"

"Enzo, are you with my father? Where is he? What happened to him?"

Jeff gave him a glass of water and a plate of dinner, he mutters a small thank you

"To all of violence in my life, Y/N- this- has got to be inhumane of it all"

You brace yourself for his outlandish words

"We fought together, we tried to escape but whatever we do, we always failed- you know- I thought I could never make it out alive" he holds back the tears on his eyes as you rest your hand on his shoulder

"The last time that I ever laid eyes on your father, he was taken by the guards forcefully"

Your friends are watching you and Enzo from afar in the firepit, warming their hands as they observe your conversation

Suddenly, you felt like you slipped off the hope that you're holding onto if your father was still alive

"And then I never saw him again, I'm so sorry, Y/N"

You sniffle as you flash him a sad smile as you stood up and move away a little

Enzo sighs wishing he could do something more or even better than this

But, no, that's the truth- he tried everything to save his dear friend

Eddie saw you standing so still, alone

He wonders if you wanted to be alone but when you turn your head sideways slightly it's like an permission that you wanted a company

When he stands beside you, you shakily wipe your tears from your face, you don't want to him to see you like this

"I don't know where my father is, Eddie" you try to lighten up the mood as you chuckled dryly

"God, I'm so rude- I didn't properly introduce him to you, he's Enzo, my father's general and a close friend"

He nods as he places his palm on your shoulder "It's alright, Y/N"

Despite, having your thoughts fogging from the heartaches that you felt from the past couple of years

Eddie, has a right to know who he is

You clear your throat and look at him directly "Eddie, please listen to me carefully"

"What is it?"

"I think I know who you are"

He places his hand over his chest and swallowed "You knew me?"

You nod aggressively "Yes-" you got cut off

"There you are you little frigid bitch!" Jason's voice startles the rest of you

Eddie wraps his arms around you as you move closer to him

Jeff, Gareth, and Enzo got themselves ready to fight as they walk towards as the castle's guards surrounded you

"Oh- fuck me! Enzo!" Jason grins at the sight of the most respected general whose face scowled directly at him

"You exiled me!" Enzo walks closer to Jason with a look that could kill him instantly but the guards stopped him from holding him off

"What- You did what?!?" Your voice raises out of anger as you eye him with shooting daggers

"We didn't need him anyways" Jason trashes the place with throwing rocks at the house

Making Eddie, Jeff and Gareth furious

"You have no right to do that, Jason"

"I think I do, I think I do have the right to have you back in the palace, young lady!" Jason almost hit to hurt you but Eddie beats him to it covering you with his figure

"Henry needs you" Jason adds, you peek over at the side as you exclaimed

"Why does he need me?!?"

"You should ask him that"

"I don't want to go back in there, you wanted to kill me!"

Enzo looked at your way with your eyes mixing with fear and blazing eyes as he became enraged of what he just heard

"You're so way out of line, Jason" Enzo grunts as he tried to let go from the grip that the guards his holding onto him now

"Why don't you just fuck off?" Eddie has reached its limit, he had enough of this man

Jason laughs in disbelief as he leans forward and you shudder under his tone

"I can execute you for lying, you piece of shit, I knew you we're hiding her!"

Eddie held you tightly behind his back as you wince at Jason's voice

"The way you deliberately disobeyed the rules, outsiders are not meant to be in your world, especially her" Jason pushes him making you stumble from the back as your eyes widened

Jeff and Gareth can't help but to start fighting the guards and making Enzo start kicking and joining the fight

The swords are clashing, the armor is clanking, the shouts from the fight rummaging in your brain

You shut your eyes as you can hear your father's voice from the lessons he taught you

"Y/N, my daughter, being a risk taker- it's about having the guts to trusting your own voice, you set your mind to face consequences and being able to handle it on your own makes you the best ruler of the kingdom"

"So, if you ever you put yourself in that situation, don't be afraid to take a step forward and prove to everyone that they're wrong and don't make anyone else cloud your judgement"

You picked up your sword and impede on Eddie and Jason's fight as you slashed your sword in the middle

Eddie has never seen you this determined and almost forgot that you're so skillful swordswoman

You defeated Jason by making him drop his sword on the ground and start aiming at him

From your action, everyone stopped at what they're doing as they watch you

"You're a making a big mistake, princess"

"I am certainly not"

"You mustn't defend the wrong person, you didn't even know who he is- still haven't remembered anything do you?" He makes a teasing look at Eddie as he furrow his eyebrows in confusion

No, it's a bad move, if you admitted that you knew Eddie, so, you didn't say anything this time

"Why do I get the feeling that you already told him?"

"Just shush your mouth and walk away, Jason"

"The only half of it, you knew, huh?" Jason smirks and it's making your head crack open to his assholeness

Jason fastly grabs his sword and goes to attack Eddie only to be stopped when you block his way

"I am warning you!"

"You gotta be shitting me! This fucking man that you're defending, he's practicing black magic didn't you even think for once that he might be the cause to all of this?!?"

Eddie clenches his fists and a flash of hurt in his eyes that this will be the end of preparing himself for a long time

That Gareth was right all along

But, still he won't drop it, he is certain that he is right about you

"You also know that's a false accusation, Jason, there's no proof"

"Right, discovering dead babies and children from his home doesn't count, huh?"

"Someone else planted them!" Eddie exclaims as he meets your eyes, he thought he'll see something else but no- your eyes didn't falter

You trust him

Jason raises his sword wanting to stab Eddie with it but instead you make him drop his sword for the second time

Making Jason alarmed by your defiance

"There's one thing you didn't know about me, Jason is that when I believe someone is truly innocent- I'll fight no matter what it takes" you paused

"I believe in justice" you say as you move backwards

When he tries to move, you aim your sword back at him

"You want me alive back there, do you?"

Jason didn't want to to nod but he did

You replaced your sword with a dagger as you show it to everyone your arm

Enzo knew what you're doing, despite, the situation being tricky, he is somewhat proud of you for standing up what is right

You did exactly what your father did before

Jeff, Gareth and Eddie almost dropping their eyeballs when you cut your arm making a fresh new wound

Eddie looked at your eyes quickly and you didn't even flinched at the horrifying thing that you just did

Your arms is now dripping in blood making the rest of the guards bow at you

"You gotta have to kill me first, before you get to Eddie"

"Woah- slow down, alright" Jason felt so fucking stupid that you won

One of the guards bind your hands with a rope as you came along with them

"Wait- No! Y/N-"

Your eyes went softer when you looked at him as if you weren't so tough back then

"I'll be fine, Eddie"

"But what about.... Henry?"

You know what he's talking about, you're supposed to get married to him but you won't let it happen, not on your watch

"I will turn it down like I always do, Eddie"

His eyes are begging for you to stay but he can't do anything right now

"Take care of yourself" you say softly as the guards nudge you to move

"Y/N"

You turn your head at him

"Thank you"

You smile sweetly "It's the least thing that I could do to help you, goodbye for now"

For now? What does that mean?

You want to see him again? He hopes so

They all watch you walk away from the place as you entered the portal outside

"Boy, when she spills blood on you, she is serious" Enzo pats behind Eddie's back comforting him

"If they lay a finger on her, I'm gonna squeeze all of their insides to a pulp" Gareth grumbles as he looks over at Jeff who agrees with him

"What do you think they'll do to her?" Jeff is worried about your well-being, the last time he wants to see is you being scared and he doesn't like that

"I'm going to save her" Eddie as he narrows his eyes at Jason who is waving at him annoyingly

"I'm with you, I ain't going to let this place ruled by these people" Enzo says as he removes the dirt from his boots

"It's oath that we agreed upon the first meeting, we swear on our life to protect her even in the face of danger" Jeff adds as he waits for Gareth

"We've been on this mess for too long, it's time for us to fight, to the death" Gareth turns his back and starts packing Jeff and Enzo tailing at him

"Y/N, just hold on, we'll get you" Eddie speaks to himself as he looked up at the sky

#Spotify #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[discluded]

Looking back now it's crazy how intimate and cozy the Mile and Apo portion of Apo's Wan day video was. If filmed today we would have gotten a group shots of them and the staff discussing everything and sitting down to eat together at the restaurant and that entire portion would have been turned into a group outing with staff with Mile featured as part of the group. We never would have gotten video footage of them alone from the staff just talking to each other in the moonlight about random stuff.

😭😭😭

As much as I'm sad we'll never get something this intimate with their day again, I'm grateful the reason they are drawing the curtain is because they recognize the need for privacy and that their relationship is precious and worthy protecting and too good for just being content.

I also often think about this quote from Ben Whishaw:

For me, it’s important to keep a level of anonymity. As an actor, your job is to persuade people that you’re someone else. So if you’re constantly telling people about yourself, I think you’re shooting yourself in the foot. (2012) [x]

We see a lot of them, in a professional context. And I think they try to be as honest as they can be with fans, in that they are being professionals at work and the work includes engaging with fans. But as actors, I think it makes sense to maintain a level of anonymity and intimacy to a relationship they both clearly hold dear, that allows them to pull out surprises for us still, in the roles they play.

#kinnporsche #episode 8 my love #apo x wan(der) day #apo nattawin #mile phakphum #mileapo #mileapo as actors

[not-goldy]

I'm observing too. Either its baiting fans on purpose or its their quirky love language or Jk wants Jm's attention even when he leaves and Jm takes the bait everytime. And its a point made to do it publicly. Esp when we know they have each other's numbers and group chat. Inchresting. I'm pretty sure Jk has a secret IG too and this is how he times posting with Jm the last few times he posted on TikTok right after Jm posted on IG. He wants that connection to Jm. In music. His style. His dance, even when posting. He does it on weverse. Did it on IG, now on TikTok. Its an established pattern. There is no doubt whatsoever Jk sees everything happening with Jm. He told on himself by watching all Jm's content and saying he saw it all, even what he didn't watch with us. His posting after Jm tells on him. His algorithm told on him and played Jm videos automatically and his playlist told on him & played Jm songs automatically. It's interesting to see them keep this pattern up for years though. Number connection, posting back to back. Now Jimin leaving and Jk going live or posting ramen.

What gets me is Jm will make this public post and ask Jk to cook for him, but then turn around and say he hasn't seen him or he hasn't cooked for him when asked. He shoots himself in the foot doing that. Esp when JK told the world publicly already, YOU KNOW I WILL, OF COURSE I WILL DO IT FOR. So we know he is not the reason why its not happening. Same way we know he is not the reason why we aren't getting that Jikook live yet. He is ready to do all that. He was willing to cook it & go live. So if you are being truthful & he didn't cook yet or you didn't go over to get it, why even mention it publicly in the first place, just to turn around and say it didn't happen? Kinda sets them both up. (we know Jm got it though, but that's our little secret). Then we end up with "Jimin has to beg for food, but Jk won't cook for him, but cooks for others willingly blah, blah, blah bullshit from antis). Where was the 'willingly' in ITS2 where Tae basically had to drag Jk's ass out of the chair and annoyed him til he did cook? Straight up pulled the hyung card for food. Willingly flew out the window. He had no choice LOL. IDK, Unless Ramen as in food is not the Ramen Jimin wants or talking about. SMIRKS. IDK maybe I'm delulu and just overthinking everything.

I would like to talk about this in all seriousness but-

It's 2023, baiting fans is old and tired.

They shouldn't do that. Don't do that jikook.

Don't do that.

I'm over this whole fan service thingy and it's starting to get on my nerves each time I see it.

Playing tricks on us like who raised you!

We are grown adults AND YOU LOT ARE NOT CHILDREN ANY MORE TALKING BOUT FAN SERVICE-

IF I GRAB YOUR THROAT JIKOOK.

We don't need two grown male adults to play pretend anything to be happy. Stop with the fan service just stop.

We want real organic and authentic interactions.

And Park Jimin didn't you say you hate fake interactions and friendships? Why you masterminding this deception 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I personally like to believe and hope they do these cute public interactions because they ACTUALLY enjoy talking to eachother in this way. Which is fine, no one is judging.

they've always given off that exhibitionist streak though over time they've learned to tone it down- which is cool- I just dont know how I feel about that- but it's cool. I SAID IT'S COOL.

COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLAH.

ALL GOOD.

IM OKAY

You hear me JJK? IT'S COOL.

Keep your relationship to yourself don't share

Since yall got your BB1 and you got everything now.

And you're professionals and disciplined keep your relationship to yourself then. Don't share.

No. No but why????

Why so stingy Jikook wwwwwyyyy😭😭😭😭

And I know the answer but whhhhyyyy🤧

I am not one to judge or shame couples who like to put their relationship on display- God knows we've all fooled around and screwed in places we shouldn't have. I have sucked titties, eaten my gf out in the back seat of our uber ride and gotten myself figured in a room full of campers at church camp. I am not one to Judge.

And you'd think I did all this several years ago- think just last week. A WHOLE ADULT. Sometimes you just can't help it. Things happen. When you are caught, you feel shame for a while a promise not to do it again because you are a home bred, disciplined and self respecting individual- then you go and do it again 😊

I know it does something for Jikook when they do these things but if they don't like it then they need to stop.

No one is forcing them to be "friends" so no need to put up a performance of friendliness for us. We are not hybe. You don't owe us anything.

Matter fact, yall could decide not to speak to each other again and there's nothing we can do about it.

Yall could decide not to post anything on each other's birthday.

What are we gonna do? Cry? Weep? Wail?

The tantrums we throw over your non interaction does not warrant the wool you throw over our eyes😩

Set yourselves free and set us free

THE DAY I FIND OUT ALL THESE TWO NINJAS BEEN DOING OUT HERE SINCE POST SOLO ANNOUNCEMENT IS FAKE ELABORATE THEATRICS TO SELL TSHIRTS I WILL PERSONALLY HAUNT THEM IN THEIR SLEEP WITH THE FULL FORCE OF MY ANCESTORS

[number5theboy]

It’s funny that you’re talking about the bts facts of the fight scene between lila and five because ritu said in one take Aidan accidentally whacked her on the chin and she started crying 😭😂

Oh my god, where does she say that???

dsjbfdhjdfghbjhjbfdghbjgdf I can't get over the mental image though

Imagine you're Ritu, you are 80% in the nude, standing on the set of a show you love shooting, sobbing because your 15-years-younger teenage partner in pretend-crime accidentally whacked you in the head for a scene that wouldn't exist if you yourself hadn't asked for it

I hope for her it was the moment where he was supposed to push her chin back and not when he is kicking her in the face with his foot

#Replies #Anonymous #poor ritu dsbjgdhbjhbjkfdhbjdgf imagine getting your shit wrecked by a 17-year-old

[jasntodds]

Hamartia [20]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 8,515

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of death, mentions of injuries, mentions of bruises, mentions of past drug use, mentions of blood, a nightmare

Summary: You and Peter are waiting for the other foot to drop

A/N: First of all, lemme just say I’ve had this planned since before NWH. I had this chapter planned before I even had a story so...😭 Also, the next chapter is the epilogue!! I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!

ch. 19 || ch. 20 || epilogue

series masterlist // masterlist

Peter and you are tucked into your bed, his arm is wrapped around you, hand resting on your hip while your head is on his chest. Everything has gone perfect up until right now when you start to stir in your sleep. A nightmare comes creeping from the shallows.

You stand at the top of the clock tower, the night sky darker than usual and Peter and Harry are in front of you almost taunting you. Your gauntlet is pointed at Harry while he taunts you, bragging that he's killed May and there's nothing you can do about it. Peter is begging for you to leave. This isn't your fight but you ignore him. Every single time you have this nightmare, you ignore Peter and shoot Harry. But every single time you fire the gauntlet, it's never Harry that gets killed.

Harry seems to vanish and Peter is the one in his spot. You have this nightmare and you kill Peter like clockwork, waking up in a cold sweat. The only difference this time is Peter is actually there with you and you stirring in your sleep, the racing of your heartbeat, wakes him up.

He shakes you lightly, getting an accidental punch to the eye. "Y/n?" Peter calls, shaking your shoulder, ignoring the pain in his eye. "Y/n." He shakes you harder, your eyes opening wide as you sit up quickly.

"Huh?" You say, looking at Peter and gasping for air, the dream flashing through your immediate memory.

"Are...you okay?" Peter asks, looking over at you with a hand coming to your cheek, the only light coming in from the window.

You shake your head, shaking Peter's hand away and rub your hands over your face. "Yeah, yeah." Your brows furrow before looking to Peter and offering him a fake smile. "I'm fine."

"You punched me in the face..." Peter says slowly, knowing that's not like you. In the time you've fallen asleep in the living room, you weren't really a restless sleeper.

"I-I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You ask, looking over his face but not seeing anything in the dim light.

Peter shakes his head. "I'm fine. What about you?" The worry is etched into every line on his face, this time he's a bit more stern. He knows something is going on and he's not going to let this go out of control like last time.

"It was just a nightmare." You say, looking away from him.

Peter doesn't pause like he would have a month ago. Instead, he moves closer to you and pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you until you’re facing him. You’re looking at him and there's that fear lingering in your eyes, the type he's seen and felt far too many times while spending nights alone. It's the kind where the skeletons take their turn to run into the light and make themselves known but, thanks to you, Peter knows what keeps them in the shadows.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, his doe-eyes looking at you with all the love the stars have to offer.

You think about saying no. The truth is that you don't want to talk about it but not talking about it is what got you and Peter into a mess every single other time. In order for this to work, you can't expect him to lay out all the dark and scary and you not do the same. Even if you don't want to. So, you adjust yourself to sit on Peter, facing him with your legs on either side of his, the metal of his leg cold on your bare skin.

"I go to kill Harry at the top of the clock tower but then he turns into you right after I fire the blaster so I kill you instead." You admit, your hands gripping Peter's sides, thumbs tapping his bare skin lightly while you watch your hands.

His brows are furrowed but his eyes remain gentle. "How, uh, how many times have you had that nightmare?" It wasn't anything in particular that made Peter think you’ve had it more than just once, but it's like he just knew based on his own experience.

"A lot." You whisper, keeping your eyes trained on your hands as if looking at him will make him disappear. "Every night after Harry died. Got less as time went on, still happens sometimes." You watch the up and down of Peter's abdomen as if you need to be reminded that he's still breathing.

Peter takes your face in his hands, softly forcing you to look at him. "Hey, it's okay." His eyes scan over yours as your eyes meet his. "You, uh, you know I understand."

"I know." You nod. "It's not like because of this or anything.” You wave a finger between you. "It's fine." You offer. "You're still here so it's okay." You give the softest and smallest smile.

Normally, you’d have the nightmare, wake up in a cold sweat, and sit in your bed for five minutes to regain your ground. You get up and go to the lab. And you sit there for hours because it's far better than dealing with the nightmare. It doesn't come in consecutive nights anymore so the way you’ve always seen it is that you can miss a night of sleep. But, tonight, Peter's made you feel a little better.

The adrenaline from the nightmare is wearing off and you’re starting to feel tired because it's Peter. He's here and he's alive and healthy. It was just a nightmare and something in you swears that it will always just be some nightmare.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "We can keep talking about it." Peter's hands move to your sides, sliding just under your shirt.

"I'm sure." You answer with a quick nod. "I know it's not real and you didn't run. I'm okay." You lean forward and kiss his forehead.

Peter smiles, taking the sound of your slowed heartbeat as further confirmation that you’re okay. "But, uh, okay. If you change your mind, please say something." He leans his forehead against yours. "I promised I wouldn't leave."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head against his head. "I adore you, Peter Parker."

Peter kisses you softly before pulling away. "I adore you, too." He kisses your nose as you scrunch it, smiling the whole time. "Think, uh, think you can sleep again?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm still pretty tired. Ya wore me out, Pete." You smirk, tapping his chest before sliding off him while his cheeks shoot pink, his voice caught in his throat making you laugh. "You can lay down, Pete."

He shakes his head, smile still splitting his face. "Yeah, yeah, okay." He laughs, laying down and leaving his arm out for you to get comfortable against him.

Your head goes to Peter's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while Peter's hand is on the small of your back, lightly rubbing circles until you fall asleep. And now it's Peter's turn to be awake but not for any reason besides just being happy and thankful to be here.

He's looking down at you, now asleep and perfectly sound. And his heart swells because you’re this shining light for him. Even when your light goes a little dim, like a flashlight running on old batteries, you still shines the light to show him everything good.

The next morning comes around, a knock waking Peter up first, you waking up just after. His arm is still around you and your head is still resting on his chest. You look at each other, morning glow reverberating off of you with sleepy smiles. It was not a disaster. Nothing went wrong. Everything went so perfectly well and today it feels like it could be the first day of the rest of your lives.

"Hey." You grin up at him.

"Hey." Peter matches the look, his finger back to rubbing circles on your hip.

"Are you guys ever going to get up?" Harley groans on the other side of the door.

You roll your eyes, reaching over Peter for your phone seeing it's barely ten.

"It's always Harley." You groan, flopping back down.

"It'd be weird if were your dad." Peter quips, looking back down to you, noticing the grimace on your face. Peter lets out a chuckle. "Harley's gonna have a lot of questions."

"Harley always has a lot of questions." You roll your eyes once more.

"I can hear you!" Harley yells on the other side of the door.

"So, don't stand outside my door?" You yell back. "Ya creep." You sit up, stretching up and then forward, your back cracking with the movements.

"There's breakfast!" Harley calls before you and Peter hear footsteps fading away from the door.

You turn to Peter and start laughing, plopping back down and pulling the blanket up to your face. It's only just then that you realize not only did you have your first date with Peter but you also just slept with your best friend. You had sex with Peter Parker. There's not a single ounce of regret, you absolutely want to keep doing that but you just can't believe it really happened and it didn't turn into a disaster? A miracle, clearly.

"What?" Peter asks, looking down at you with a half-chuckle.

"We had sex." You pull the blanket away from your face.

Peter's cheeks are hot red as he nods. "Yeah...we, uh, we did." He has a goofy grin pulling at his lips.

"Wild." You mutter, eyes still wide like a deer. "We should do that again."

Peter lets out a breath and oh, boy does he want to do it again. And again. And again, just keep doing it. The dates and sex and sleeping together with innocence right after. You made that night so easy and peaceful for him. If Harley weren't waiting, he would definitely be trying to initiate something again.

Peter lets out a laugh. "Name the time and place." He quips, looking to the floor and realizing something fairly unfortunate. "Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Pete."

"I only have my suit in here." He looks back to you, almost a pout crossing his lips.

"HA!" You sit up and look to the floor, your clothes tossed about your floor. "Well, better you do the walk of shame and not me." You snicker.

"Hey!" Peter yells, jaw agape. "That's not funny." His voice is light but shocked.

He is not about to walk there either in his boxers or in the suit he wore last night. Everyone is gonna know you were in the same room but he doesn't want everyone knowing what all went down. Which is also dumb because really, who is actually going to think that besides Harley? You and Peter have slept several times in your room, alone, door closed, and no one has ever said a word. And you’re both grown adults in your twenties. But, here's Peter, overthinking it anyway.

"Kind of." You laugh lightly, pulling Peter out of his thoughts. "Hold on." You roll your eyes and kiss Peter's cheeks, getting up from the bed, wearing just an old t-shirt and underwear.

You dig around your closet, tossing a few articles of clothes behind you and onto the bed. Peter and Harley are about the same size and you stole a pair of Harley’s sweatpants when he decided to toss them into a load of laundry you were doing without asking. You also still have one of Peter’s hoodies that should still fit him. It won't look too weird if anyone sees him going from your room to his room.

"Here." You hand him his old hoodie and the sweatpants. "Hoodie's yours but the sweatpants are Harley’s. They should fit." You take the other pair of sweatpants in your hands and start putting them, nearly tripping while sliding one leg in.

"Thanks." Peter says, slipping the hoodie over his head before getting up and tossing the pants on over his boxers. "Well..." Peter says, extending his arms and plopping them back to his sides, the pants a little long.

"It's fine." You chuckle, slipping a hoodie over your head.

Peter watches you, noticing the bruise in the shape of his fingers on your hip. His cheeks drain of color as he rushes over to you to get a better look. In the heat of last night, Peter knows he got a little rough with the grabbing but you didn't say or indicate that it hurt in any way. He'd never left a bruise on someone before, or at least, to his recollection. There were a few one-night stands that left right after but he doesn't think he did. And now he's just standing there examining the skin as if you’re a fragile sand castle, waiting for the waves to crush you and take you away.

"Oh, huh.' You looks to where Peter's eyes are, holding up your hoodie with one hand. You look back to him, seeing the pained expression on his face. "Peter, it's fine." You assure him. "It doesn't even really hurt."

"A-are you sure? I didn't--"

You cut him off, grabbing his face and placing a deep kiss to his lips. "I promise, I like it." You beam, head held high making Peter let out a relieved laugh.

"You're not just saying that?"

"Nah, means it was good, right?"

Peter chuckles and nods. "Y-eah, yeah, no it was great."

"Well, good then. If you ever hurt me, I'll tell you. It's not a big deal, I swear." You pat his chest with both hands. "Now I'm starving."

You go to turn around but Peter grabs your wrist lightly, quickly turning you around and pulling you against him. He's quick to kiss you, softly and sweetly while you giggle against his mouth.

"What was that for?" You ask, pulling away slightly.

"I just really like you." He says with honesty, kissing your forehead before reaching down for your hand.

"I really like you, too." Your smile is soft and shy as you take Peter's hand in yours.

The two of you walk hand-in-hand to Peter's room where he can change, only parting way so you can deal with Harley first. And the walk to the kitchen doesn't even touch the smile on your face. Nothing could bring you down at this point. You know Harley is gonna have jokes but you do not care because you’re the one that's with Peter now. After all this time, things are falling into place. The missing puzzle piece has finally been found, hidden between dust and old furniture. It was just hiding in the dark the whole time.

Harley starts whistling as you come into view.

"Oh, shut up!" You groan but your smirk can't budge even with the roll of your eyes. "How do you even know anything happened?" You raise the question as you take a seat beside Harley.

Harley shrugs. "You two left really early." He chuckles. "You didn't say anything to anyone, swung off the roof, no one was home. It was kind of a ticking time bomb." Harley teases.

"I honestly think you pay a little too much attention, do you know that?"

Harley passes an untouched plate of food towards you. "Yeah, probably." He picks at his own food. "Well, whatever did or didn't happen, you look happy so I'm really happy for you guys." He sucks in a breath and puts his hand on your shoulder. "Can I be the best man?"

"You start off so sweet sometimes and then...you just keep talking." You say with an exasperated groan, shaking your head.

Harley starts laughing. "It's my best quality."

"Yeah, that's something to brag about." Sarcasm coats your words as you pick up the fork and pick at your food before looking at him, the smile faulting into something soft. "I don't know exactly what you said to Peter," You pause as Harley looks at you with his brows knitted together. "But thank you."

Normally you would be so pissed. Harley would be running away from you any other time because he would know that you were ready to murder him and dump his body into the ocean. You’ve always been very clear not to tell secrets or your business to other people and Harley did it anyway. But, Harley did it as your friend and he wasn't certain of your feelings. It was his own gut feeling and he risked you being endlessly mad at him for talking to Peter but something just said he should tell Peter how Harley thought you felt about him. And it worked. It would have panned out this way, you and Peter together. But, maybe it wouldn't have been so easy if Harley didn't get the ball rolling and for that, you owe him.

"What do you mean?" Harley quirks a brow.

"Something he said last night. I'd normally be mad but..." You curl your lips under your teeth before chewing the inside of your cheek. "I'm not. How'd you know though? That I was in love with him?"

Harley lets a breath out through his nose, relieved you aren't mad and wanting to kill Peter. Harley can't keep a secret. Harley could be bribed with a pretty please and he'd spill his guts. Peter, though, he's supposed to keep secrets.

"You never talk about anyone the way you talk about him." Harley lets a few seconds pass, you watching him. "I dunno. You talk about him the way Tony talks about Pepper. And...don't take this as an insult but I've never seen you fight for anyone or anything as hard as you do for Peter." Harley looks between you to see Peter walking in wearing his own Star Wars hoodie and plaid pajama pants. "Speaking of." Harley nods his head forward, you turning and seeing Peter with a lazy smile. "How was your night, Parker?"

Peter closes his eyes for a second, shaking his head. "Good." He says simply, sitting next to you.

"Fair, fair. Well, good for you guys. I call best man or maid of honor, I’m not picky." Harley grins, going back to his food and sliding another plate down for Peter.

Peter looks to you with questioning eyes but you shake your head and mouth 'don't ask'.

The three of you finish breakfast, Harley going off to get some paperwork done while you and Peter make your way to the medbay. You’re due for another treatment and this time, you’ve invited Peter to sit with you. Banner told you you should be back to normal in about two or three months based on how the blood work is coming already.

It's been less than a week but the extremis is already improving. It's working just as him and Peter hoped and thought it would, it's destroying the extremis. Somehow, things are all starting to work out. Nothing seems to be going wrong and Peter and you are a little bit on edge because of it.

You're walking on uncharted waters, covered in thin ice, just waiting for the ice to crack and drown you. Something always goes wrong, somehow, something always happens. But, you both try not to dwell on it. Instead, you keep each other company and over the next two months, you have at least one date every week. You've declared yourselves as officially dating and everyone is in a collective state of thinking it was about time. Peter was hired onto the Daily Bugle and while he thinks his boss is annoying and hates Spider-Man, he's at least making money and being able to save. And he does like the journalism side of everything. It really hasn't been that bad.

You were hired on to go back to coaching in the summer so you’ve already started reworking a routine for that year and called the assistant coach, Anna, back to help, promising you'll actually be there for every practice. A routine forms, and it's like Peter and you have been doing this for years. Dates, dinner, you binging him lunch on his lunch breaks. The only thing that has yet to come back to normal is Spider-Man.

You've talked about it but Peter isn't quite ready to start the hero thing up right now. He's always willing to step in if he needs to but he isn't ready to commit to it. And that's okay.

Now it's the very beginning of March and you’re wrapping up your final treatment while Peter is at work. It's a new energy, to be done with extremis and being poked and prodded every day. You could not be more excited and Peter told you he has a surprise for you when he gets home to celebrate you finally being cured. Life is so good.

"Congrats!" Harley yells, shooting one of the small hand-pull confetti canons at you, the loose tissue paper falling over you while you blink at him.

"Thank you." You try to hold a straight face to seem unamused but it doesn't last long.

"How's it feel?" He beams, sitting beside you.

"Like it's not actually happening." You say, relief in your voice as you look to the IV in your hand.

"What're you gonna do? Like you can....do anything now? You don't have to stay here anymore." Harley asks, knowing you like freedom but the extremis started to really prevent it.

You’ve always had a bit of wanderlust.

"Uh, I don't know." You laugh. "Maybe Alaska?" You offer with a cheeky expression.

"Alaska?! You hate the cold." Harley chortles.

"But it's far away from here. Maybe Australia? Also very far away from here and it's warm."

"Wooow." Harley gasps. "Hate us that much?" Harley fake pouts.

"As if I'd stay away more than a week. I only survived MIT cause I had you guys." You roll your eyes.

You want to travel, see every country, learn about different places and cultures by seeing everything with your own eyes. But, you’ve been here your whole life. The only thing you’ve ever known is the Stark tower and superheroes. It definitely has its perks of course, but it's your home. New York and being away longer than a month will make you homesick. So, you will always come back. Wanderlust or not.

"It's not so bad, moving away. It's kind of nice." Harley assures you.

"Yeah, but you had all of us. We were already like family.” You counter.

"You'll have Peter." Harley states with bright eyes and a cheeky grin.

"Yeah..." You look to your lap, a graceful smile on your face as your heart flutters at the thought of Peter following you anywhere. "I got Peter." You chew the inside of your cheek while  you look at Harley before your phone starts vibrating in your pocket. "Hold on, it's Peter." You smile as you pick up your phone. "Hey, Pete."

"Y/n!" He yells on the other end, panic in his voice.

In an instant, the ice cracks. You’re blood runs cold as you plummet into the frozen and unforgiving waters. Panic sets in as you tread the paralyzing waters, internally pleading for this not to be happening right now. Not after everything. Not when things have been going so well. But Peter would never call you in a panic if something wasn't wrong and you knows that.

"Peter?" Your voice is hesitant, your body completely frozen in place.

"Come to the clock tower. Just you." Someone else says, Peter yelling in the background for you not to listen and just like that the line goes dead.

You hold the phone away from your face and here you go again. Another day. Another villain. This time, though, it’s Peter who’s been taken and despite him telling you not to come, you’re looking at the IV and you know not to do it, but you start yanking it from your hand anyway, Harley trying to stop you.

“I gotta go.” You say, words rushed and quiet when you free the IV, ignoring the blood dripping slightly from the puncture hole. You immediately start leaving the medbay, Harley is quick to follow you.

“What’s going on?” Harley asks, right on your heels.

“It’s Peter, I gotta go.” You say, feet picking up speed before you’re at a full-blown sprint to the nearest opening window or door.

Tears brim your eyes. You’ve been kidnapped twice now all before the age of twenty. Now it’s Peter that’s been taken and you know how absolutely terrifying it is to be helpless and alone. Knowing there should be help coming but not knowing if it’ll actually make it in time because the villains you both seem to have are ruthless and relentless. They will do anything to get exactly what they want no matter who it kills. And you cannot let Peter deal with this all over again.

“I’m coming with you.” Harley keeps up with you, not even thinking about what’s going on.

This was your last treatment, he doesn’t know what’s going on or what the phone call even was. He does know that anything involving Peter still clouds your judgment a little bit and he won’t let you get hurt because of it.

“Stay here.” You say as you reach the door, pressing the necklace and allowing the suit to cover your body.

“You’re not going alone.” Harley grabs your wrist just as you’re about to take off.

“MARTY will let you know if I’m trouble. Just stay here.” You try to yank your arm away, but Harley is stronger than you. “Let go! I gotta save Peter and so fucking help me Harley, if you’re the reason I’m too fucking late, I will never forgive you. Let me go and if you show up and he dies because you did, I will also never fucking forgive you. Stay here!” You pull your arm one last time, yanking it free, seeing the absolute pain and anxiety written across Harley’s face. “This is something I have to do.” You urge before turning to the door and flying away, leaving Harley behind.

“Shit.” Harley sighs, watching you and knowing the odds of this ending well are slim to none.

But there’s a reason you said ‘that if he dies because he came with’ so he only has to assume it’s because you were told to come alone. Also, a very bad sign of where this going to go. Peter is not the target. So, he calls Tony.

The flight to the clock tower is quick, not quick enough to you of course because on the way, your mind just races. You were so focused on Peter screaming in the background, begging you to stay at the tower, that you can’t even remember who the voice sounds like. To your memory, it doesn’t even sound familiar but it could have been Tony in that moment and you probably couldn’t have identified it. But you keep thinking it has to be someone you both know because Peter hasn’t been Spider-Man and with no Spider-Man, you also haven’t been doing the whole hero thing either. So, it has to be someone from the past who decided to pick back up again. The thing is that you don’t know who or why or what you’re up against. You just know one thing for sure, they mess with Peter, they mess with you and that just won’t do.

You fly up the very top of the tower where there’s an opening. As your feet hit the wooden planks, you see Peter tied up on the ground, hands behind his back and tape over his mouth and his captor standing right beside him. And with that sight, your heart sinks and fury starts to rave through your veins.

Cinder.

"What the fuck?" You scoff in disbelief. How couldn't you know the person you had been dating was a villain? Would kidnap Peter? How didn't you know? You missed it.

"Surprise." Cinder snarks. "Miss me?" Their face is flat though, not like the other villains you've dealt with where they have some type of sinister glee about them. Not Cinder.

You gather yourself. "Yeah, yeah yeah." You shake your head. "Not the reunion I was expecting."

"Who else?" Cinder stretches their arm out, the metal of the suit that matches yours gleaming in the ray of light leaking through the wooden boards on the walls.

It's your fault they have a suit.

You can feel the lump growing in your throat but now isn't the time to dwell on guilt. "Look, I don't know what this is about and as much as I'd love to catch up, let's not. Now, give me back my spider."

"No." Cinder says casually, the armor daunting you.

All those times Happy told you not keep important things on your laptop and you ignored him. Stupid.

"No?" You question, rolling your eyes. "What is your damage?" You groan, not wanting to make a sudden move.

You know you’re faster than Cinder. That's not the problem. You could easily make it to Peter by the time Cinder tries to fire the blaster. The problem is that you don't exactly know if Cinder has done anything to the blasters. That's the problem here. If they were able to tweak them and figure out your own coding, well this is just going to go very south very quickly. At that point, you will risk your own death and Peter's. You’ve been able to talk yourself out of many things, maybe you can talk some sense into Cinder. Cinder was never the villain type anyway. There's something more going on here.

Cinder scoffs, throwing their head back in disbelief. "I always said this was the problem with you. You blamed me for not listening but did you ever listen to anything I ever told you?"

You pause and think for a minute. "I could have listened more." You drop your head, just a little with your words.

Admitting you’re wrong is not you’re strong suit but you also know that if you start arguing that's not going to get anyone anywhere. Yes, you want to save yourself and Peter but you also don't want Cinder to do something stupid. Something they'll regret for the rest of their life. Like what you did.

"You both killed my sister, Y/n." Cinder says, tears brimming their eyes.

"W-what?" You look between Cinder and Peter as Peter shakes his eyes, tears forming at the rims, a black and blue bruise decorating his right eye.

"Yeah, some falling debris from a grenade fell on her and it killed her when she came to visit." Cinder explains, anger and devastation in their eyes.

"I would have remembered that, why didn't you tell me?" Your voice is quiet, shock takes over your entire system.

You were a terrible girlfriend to them but you never would have faulted Cinder for hating Peter at that point but....why date you then? If you killed their sister, too, why date you?

"It was before I met you." Cinder scoffs, sniffling back the tears. "I found out you were the person in the iron suit."

"So, you used me?" You ask and even though things have been over between you for almost a year now, it still hurts. You still loved them despite how terrible you were together. And all of that was just....a lie?

Cinder shakes their head. "It started like that." They start, paying no attention to Peter who's using all of his strength to try to pull the restraints apart.

Apparently, the blueprints for the suit weren't the only things Cinder stole from you. It would also be just how strong Peter is so they could fabricate restraints that would actually stand a chance for someone who can bench press a car.

"And I did start to love you and I couldn't go through with it." Cinder looks to the side, clearly frustrated. "I wanted to but I couldn't. And then that night," Cinder scoffs. "When you blew up on me, I knew it was over and nothing was ever going to change. Not with you or him. It didn't matter to either of you how many people get killed in the crosshairs of what you two do. You'll still do it."

"Cinder, I'm-I'm really sorry." You can see Peter fighting from the corner of your eye so you just try to keep the conversation going, knowing if there are two of you you’ll have better odds to grab Cinder before any of this goes south and instead of anyone else getting involved, you can get Cinder help instead. No one else has to know. "You could have talked to me about it."

"What? Like you would have changed?" Cinder snaps.

"Maybe." You shrug, voice staying level. "I don't know." You toss your arms out. "But I would have listened to you about it. I've lost people, too. I wouldn't just shove what happened under the rug."

"Oh, really? What'd you do the last time Peter killed someone's family?" Cinder strikes back.

You scoff, it's all circling the drain again and despite the very sensitive subject, you have to remain calm because this could end poorly if you don't but also, Cinder is the one hurt here. You might be upset with them but you don't want to potentially make Cinder feel worse.

"That was different. Norman killed MJ. Peter killed him by accident, I told you and.....Harry didn't fall far from the tree. He killed May. He threatened to kill my family next. He wasn't going to stop."

"And you think this is gonna stop? How many innocent people have to be hurt and killed because so-called heroes like the two of you don't pay attention?"

A valid argument. What is the point of being a hero or someone who helps a hero if more people get hurt or killed? Heroes are supposed to protect people. It gets messy. People get caught in the crossfire. It's not right, it's not fair, it happens and something has to change.

"Cinder, I'm sorry but no one meant for that to happen." You plead.

"Sorry doesn't bring her back, now does it?" Cinder asks and there are tears begging to pour down their cheeks. "How would you feel if it were Harley?"

You hang your head and it's then that something finally clicks. The reason you never wanted to be a hero. You killed Harry over a threat. You looked him in the eyes and shot him with a blaster. You had the time to think about it and you did it anyway and it's haunted you ever since.

Him killing May, did not justify that. Him making a threat, didn’t justify that. You were hurt and upset by every single thing that had happened leading up to that moment. Dying, Ned almost dying by Mysterio, Flashing being killed by Electro, you almost being killed by Doc Ock, Peter losing his leg, MJ being killed by Norman, and then Harry killing May. It was too much and while Peter's coping was not good, you feel yours was worse because you killed someone. So, you press the center symbol on your chest and the suit dissolves.

You surrender.

"I'd be devastated," You say quietly and Peter is watching, pausing only momentarily with the restraints, silently begging you to press the necklace and have the suit form over you again but you don't. "Uh, but, uh, I'll tell you that, um," You sniffle. "This isn't gonna make it better. I know that. It haunts me, Cinder. Every damn day, it haunts me." You say with a slight quiver in your voice while Peter struggles more and more to free himself, his spidey sense going hay-wire. "I don't know what I can do to make this better for you or....but I'm sorry." You pause. "I really do mean that."

"You should be. It was his fault, and you....you mean the most to him and you were there." Cinder's arm is shaking as they hold it up facing you and you put your hands out.

How do you kill someone without directly killing them? You go after the one they love.

"You really gonna kill me?" You ask, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"I have to." Cinder's voice shakes. "I stole the blueprints from your laptop when you were out one night. I know these work."

"Cinder, come on." You beg. "A life for a life is not what you want on your conscious, I promise. Please." Tears fall from your cheeks as you take a last glance at Peter who's almost out of the restraints, begging some higher power the blasters have not been touched. "Please don't--"

"I'm sorry." Cinder says before firing the blaster directly at you, a gust of high-powered air comes from the blaster, sending you flying backward and out of the building. Peter breaks free just then and immediately dives through the open window, shooting a web back at Cinder to stick them to the wall without a thought.

Peter is diving fast right after you, his only thought is to reach you and save you from the same fate May and MJ experienced. The most important people in his life have been killed because of him and he is not going to let you be another casualty.

You’re one of the only people who never gave up on him. Showed him kindness when all he could show was hatred. You’ve kept him alive every single day he's wanted to be dead. And there is nothing in this world that he wouldn't do for you because of it and he will always be eternally grateful. So, he dives after you, not caring how he'll save you or himself, just that he give it his all. And after what feels like a full minute of free-falling, he catches you. He collides into you like a ton of bricks and immediately flips over to shoot a web, catching you both from hitting the fatal fall. He slowly lowers you both, your limp body in his arm.

He carefully sits on the ground, holding you in his lap and cupping your face with his hand. Tears brim his eyes as he knows the blasters are meant to be fatal to anyone not wearing any type of protection but no fire actually came out of it. He knew it was dumb of you to not have your suit on, something he doesn't quite understand why you would do it.

"Y/n?" Peter whimpers. "Y/n?" He asks, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Please wake up." He's quiet. He's so quiet that if you were conscious, you still wouldn't have been able to hear him. But in the quiet, despite the pounding heartbeat from his own chest, he can hear yours. You’re alive and he knows that's something.

You gasp, eyes shooting open. "Ow...." You groan, a grimace on your face as you heave for proper breaths.

"You're alive." He says with a shaking voice.

"Yeah..?" You asks, voice hoarse, your breathing slowly coming back to normal. Peter continues to cup your face as one of the tears falls onto you. "You saved me." You say quietly, feeling the burning behind your eyes. You always knew he'd save you.

"Yeah...I, I guess I did." He nods as you reach up weakly and pull him in for a hug and for the first time since regaining consciousness, you take a full breath. Peter pulls away slowly, but his grip is still tight on you. "Why....why would do you that?" He asks, heartbroken at the thought you let Cinder try to kill you on purpose.

"Blaster's faulty." You mumble. "Lacks the power to kill, changed the blueprints after Harry."

Peter pauses with just a thought: you knew the blasters weren't lethal?

"W-what?" Peter asks, brows furrowing as he scans over your face.

"They fire a wind gust, just enough to knock the wind out of someone and I guess, knock them out for a minute." You explain with honesty. Peter watches you like you’re a mix-matched jigsaw puzzle.

Peter stares at you for a second, thinking of that day months ago when you said you couldn't shoot him because you were afraid you'd kill him. "You said....you said you could kill me with the blaster."

You shake your head. "Override feature using MARTY. He'd override to make them fire actual fire making them lethal but only in dire life or death situations." You pauses. "And if we're triggering a grenade, that's an override as well."

Peter nods and everything you do, you do to protect him. Protect other people. If anyone knew you changed that feature, it might be easier to target you. And he has no idea what he did to deserve you but he'll thank who's ever up there every day for giving you to him. "I love you."

The corner of your mouth pulls up. You weren't ready before but now, given everything, you are. Peter dove out that window to save you with no guarantee you were alive and that he'd actually succeed. He could have missed, or fallen, and both of you could have died. That’s not why you love him but something about it makes it a lot easier to say.

"I love you, too, Pete." You say quietly.

Relief fills Peter at your words and this is you. A little messy and a little broken. But you both work like that. If you both weren't broken and messy, you wouldn't be you.

"What about Cinder?" You ask.

"I shot a web at them, they should be up in the tower still." Peter says. "I'll go make sure, you, uh, you okay?"

"Y/n? Are you there?" Harley asks, the earpiece always in your ear.

"Yep. You can come out from wherever you're hiding. They’re in the tower. Don't send them off though, we gotta get them help, instead. Okay?"

"Uh..." Harley says, looking to Tony who's flying right beside him.

"Have you lost your mind?" Tony asks.

"Just trust me, okay, you were not there. They get help. That's it." You say, Peter tilting his head, wondering why you won't do anything more.

"Fine, but you will be giving us an explanation." Tony agrees reluctantly just as they're flying above Peter and you, into the clock tower.

You raise a hand and cup Peter's face, thumb rubbing over the bruise. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah." Peter nods quickly. "It'll heal by tomorrow." He smirks, so proud to be able to say that with confidence.

"Ooohhh." You chuckle. "Cannot wait to tell my therapist about this one. She is gonna get a good kick." You start laughing which only makes Peter laugh with you and his only thought is how much he just loves you.

Cinder kidnaps him, tried to kill you, and blames you for her sister's death and you’re over here laughing and making a joke. You don't want Cinder arrested or anything, just help. You always said you cut Peter the most slack which you do but he's not the only one.

You'll cut people slack and give them more chances than they really deserve if you can at least see why they're doing the bad thing. If there's something you can do, something you get them to help, you will. Even if they try to kill you apparently.

Killing Harry changed you and that was rough, especially with dealing with Peter through that but you did and you came out the other end as someone with more empathy. And you’re swearing that you and Peter, if you do this hero thing, will be making changes to try to ensure this doesn't happen again, not to anyone.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" You ask.

"Let's get outta here." Peter presses his forehead to yours, matching that fateful night at the gala. "Come on." He shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

"We should probably wait for them." Your eyes widen to tease Peter a bit.

"We're taking Cinder to the other Avengers facility." Tony says in your earpieces as if he were prompted and all Peter can do is send you a smirk.

"Okay, Spider-Boy, let's go home."

You give Peter a sort of thin silver bracelet that allows the iron spider suit to coat his body just as your suit does. The two of you fly back to the tower, allowing Harley and Tony to take care of Cinder, knowing they will.

At the tower, you meet back up with Banner who absolutely lectures you about ripping out an IV while setting up another. He assures you that you leaving mid-way through shouldn't negatively impact the treatment plan since you came right back and this is still likely your last treatment.

Peter sits with you this time and instead of talking about the events of the night, Peter pulls out his phone and plays Project Almanac for you. He remembers when the movie came out and how much you loved it, it kind of became almost a comfort movie for you. So, he turns it on and the two of you watch it sitting side-by-side, your head on Peter's shoulder and Peter's free hand holding yours.

"I'm, uh," Peter starts, watching as the teens in the movie time travel to Lala Palooza. "I think I'm ready to be Spider-Man again."

Your head shoots up, looking at him with big eyes. "Really?"

Peter nods, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah," His brows furrow a little, looking at you. "After today, yeah, I think I'm ready."

He's thought about it for a little while now. It's been tugging at the back of his head, like maybe he's ready. He could put the suit on. He has better coping mechanisms, people around him who won't let him drown alone. Peter is back to who he used to be and maybe it's time to re-introduce Spider-Man, be the friendly neighborhood superhero again.

"I'm really proud of you, Pete." You kiss his cheek.

"Thanks." Peter kisses your forehead. "Um, maybe we can upgrade the suit, if you wanna help."

"Hell yeah, it's my favorite pastime." You beam and one of your favorite memories with Peter is when you spent all night in your lab the summer after your freshman year of college. You helped Peter all night coming up with new webshooter combinations, upgrades to KAREN, improving a few of the features with upgraded tech. It wasn't really anything special, but it always meant something to you.

"Do you think," You pause and shake your head. "So, for my suit, MARTY has the power to override the blasters, ya know, life or death situation kind of thing, think we could do that with some of your webshooter combinations? Like the grenades?" You ask slowly but quickly continue. "Ya know, I think after today if we didn't do anything about what Cinder said, we're bound to repeat it. There will always be people who get caught in the crossfire. I don't think there's anything that can prevent that as a whole but, we can try to prevent it from happening more often because the reality is that villains don't typically give a fuck.”

“Cinder isn't the villain here, but others, Doc Ock, the Lizard, Mysterio, Norman none of them gave a shit who they hurt in the long run. We all have to do what we can to stop them but...maybe we can have more override systems with our AIs, lower the power with stronger weapons so they aren't lethal, they can cause less damage. It's a big risk for us, sure, but I think that's why the override systems would be a good idea. If us, or someone we're trying to save, is in need of something stronger, the AI overrides it." You finish your rambling and wait for a response from Peter.

Peter stares at you with eyes consumed with love and awe. Peter isn't the only one who's come a long way through this. So, have you. You from a year ago, would have been fine with throwing Cinder to the bears. You kidnapped Peter, tried to kill them, to hell with them, right? But no, because you’ve watched, first-hand, what happens when people are left out in the trenches with their grief.

They claw at the muddy dirt, over and over and over, until they fall so hard, the ground collapses from under them. It sends them so far into their grief, they don't know what's up or what's down anymore. Grief, it changes people. You don't want that Cinder or for anyone, ever again. And Peter loves you that much more for it.

"Yeah, yeah." He nods slowly, his smile is filled with grace. "We can do that. It's a good idea." Peter agrees.

"Good." You smile softly, glancing down and back up to him. "And while we're at it, I can show you the thing I was working on for you."

"What is it?" Peter chuckles.

"An upgraded prosthetic." You answer quietly, Peter's brows furrowing. "You slipped a few times, I kind of assume it's because the tech is a bit outdated, hasn't been upgraded in a while so you slip cause ya know, sticky." Peter's head tilts are he watches you. "You also have a new emergency release so you can detach it if you're ever, say, stuck under a building. There's also a beacon, ya know, in case that happens so you can find it later."

"You didn't have to--"

"I know." You cut him off. "But I wanted to. Our suits get upgraded all the time, your prosthetic is still a big piece of tech. It needs upgrades sometimes."

Peter moves the prosthetic leg, swaying it under his seat a little while watching. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Your cheeks start to warm, looking back to Peter's phone playing the movie.

"Oh, uh, your surprise." Peter says quickly, pulling out a pamphlet from his pocket. He hands it to you. "Uh, Harley helped, of course." He chuckles sheepishly. "We leave in a week."

You take the pamphlet from him. It's a pamphlet for the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. You haven't brought that up in years. It was something you said back in high school, that you thought it'd be really cool to go one day. Originally, the plan was to go with the group before college started but then, Flash died and every year after that, something else happened. You lost another person so it never happened and you never brought it up again but Peter remembered.

"You...you remembered?" Your face goes soft.

"I remember everything," Peter says quietly. "You really wanted to go, uh, thought maybe it was time. Fresh start kind of thing."

"Thank you." You can feel the tears of love and joy wanting to creep down your face. "It means a lot."

"I'm, uh, I'm glad you like it." Peter smiles, kissing your forehead once more.

"I love it." You beam, pulling him in for a deep kiss. "So, when we're done here, we're gonna go to the lab, get to work, and then I'm gonna start packing and planning. I'm so excited." Your words grow louder and quicker. "We're gonna have such a good time and there's so much to see and do. Can you believe it? We're gonna travel together and for something fun and not like school or hero shit. Just for fun." You bounce in your seat. "I love you, Peter Parker."

"I love you, too." Peter chuckles, pulling you close to him.

It's been messy and difficult. But, everything you both went through led you here. It doesn't have to be easy, it just has to be possible and for you both, it always was. Getting lost on the way was just a part of that, something that shouldn't have had to happen but it did. And you've been found again, a beaming warm light leading you to new things, skeletons shriveled away into their shadows. With you both, following each other anywhere, this feels like the start of the rest of your lives.

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What would the ROs consider red flags when going on dates? Like if Blest had dating apps or something, what would be something that turn each RO off or give them the ick?

Hi there, I've talked what the ROs are looking for in relationships quite a bit, such as here in the #cheat codes tag or places like this post about what they need in a partner, and I think those posts also go into what would genuinely turn them off or how to fail at getting their attention in detail! So instead of reiterating those points, I'm just going to list really silly red flags, like small or irrational things that you would vent to a friend about after the first date rather than true big-deal incompatibilities! Like mostly superficial stuff that might allude to deeper issues, but it's mostly just stupid or irrational hangups that would still give them the ick

(But when I say it like that, they suddenly become too many to count for each character, so I'll just list a few 😂)

Blade:

someone who's clearly uncomfortable with silence. this does not equate people who are naturally talkative, but people who literally can't exist in quiet without becoming visibly antsy and awkward

similarly, someone who can't control their volume and is audibly grating in public (think drunk bachelorette parties at nyc brunches, but all the time)

someone who's prone to randomly bursting into song (not humming under their breath or singing quietly while doing a task, but just walking down the hall and suddenly throwing their arms open and belting out a random verse like they're an actor at dinner theater)

someone who is overly sexual or physically familiar when flirting, especially very early on in their acquaintance.

someone with very sickly and strong-smelling perfume

Trouble:

someone being rude to the waiter/staff

someone who kept checking their appearance with a compact mirror

someone who's obsessed with and comments on how much things cost

someone who won't let you touch their hair or face without fear of you ruining their makeup/hairstyle

similarly, someone who won't do something spontaneous or active for fear of ruining their appearance, like 'i can't go up onto the roof with you, i'll dirty my dress!!'

someone who came off as flippantly controlling right away ("i like to shoot guns" "oh no, well we'll train that out of you")

Tallys

someone whose shoelaces were untied, and if you pointed it out, they didn't move to correct it

making overt statements to emphasize how special or unique they are (to the tune of "see, I'm not like other guys/girls/people...")

someone who can't keep indications of their emotions to themselves in a public setting. like when you're standing in a big line with a bunch of people, say at the post office or DMV, and there's one person who keeps sighing impatiently, huffing, scoffing loudly, tapping their foot, so that everyone else has to know how they're feeling--like they make it other people's problems, if that makes any sense?

not putting things away when you're done using them. like if you were to make yourself a sandwich and then leave the open jar of peanut butter on the counter and just wandered away without closing it and putting it back in the cabinet

Shery:

someone who made hating animals or kids a big part of their personality

someone who starts to make your story all about themselves as a way of relating to you--idk I worded that exactly right, but it's not exactly talking over you, it's more like directing the conversation back to themselves without even realizing it? Like "so the other day, I was really frustrated at work..." "oh my gosh, I completely know what you mean, at my job as a mercenary, I've been in so many situations where..."

someone who uses a lot of crude humor, like dead baby jokes and etc.

someone who would step on a flower growing out of a crack in the sidewalk without even noticing 😭

Riel:

someone showing up to the date dressed sloppily

someone who picked their teeth at the table

someone who asked the waiter to "just bring them the most expensive thing on the menu"

someone who's late without a good explanation

someone who sings, hums, or whistles along while watching a performance at the opera

someone with dirty fingernails

someone who kept coughing wetly or hacking away after every few words

in a modern AU, posting a mirror selfie with a dirty mirror. the selfie is already thin ice, the dirty mirror is unforgivable because you have so many opportunities to correct it

chewing ice loudly

--he's probably the pickiest dater of them all that I'm actually having trouble just narrowing it down to a few... 😂

Chase:

an overly superstitious person, or someone who ascribes a lot of things to "signs" or "fate." like "what day were you born? the 9th? oh wow, my mom's cousins are coming to visit and there are nine of them... i'm getting the chills!!"

someone who clearly says a lot of unoriginal cliches and adages. like the dad jokes where they say "clearly I hated it!" when the waiter comes to take away their empty plate... there's nothing wrong with saying this in and of itself, but if he senses you clearly say these types of things a lot and therefore have a default, rehearsed, repetitive mode of talking where you're probably automatically going to say that every time you have a clear plate, that would start to drive him crazy. especially if you acted like it was original 😂

also, someone who baited for compliments expectantly and overtly, especially quite a lot, and not in a teasing/flirtatious way

Red:

someone who doesn't really have any passions or hobbies, like if he were to say, "so what are your interests?" they wouldn't really know what to say... or basically someone dull who couldn't hold a conversation, though that seems fairly obvious!

in a modern AU, texting him "i'm bored" with no followup (aka with the silent expectation that he's supposed to fix that or entertain them) would be a big turn-off

also, someone proud of how much they don't read, or thinks being ignorant is funny

someone who spilled the tea/gossip on their close friends/family really easily, like telling him really crazy stuff that they swore not to tell anyone. would make him wonder if they could be trusted with his secrets!

Ayla:

someone who seems like a snob, like criticizing something niche like how the napkins are folded shows that this a low-class establishment, or making a big deal about how they wanted a red-wine sauce and this is a port reduction.

similarly, someone really overwrought or high-strung

someone very physically lazy while in perfect health, like they would complain about having to walk a few blocks to a restaurant or would whine about walking up a small hill to see a sunrise

someone who took food off of her plate without asking 😂

in a modern AU, a backseat driver

a "stiff," someone with a dead sense of humor or couldn't laugh at themselves

love-bombing or being too romantic too soon, like wanting to lock down the relationship and make it official after 2-3 dates, or making statements like "I can already tell you're my soulmate"

mincing words or beating around the bush as a way to stall so you'll say the thing for them

Briony:

someone who doesn't come off as authentic, especially if their words and actions don't match (like stating "I'm really passionate about helping the poor" but then they coldly shake off a beggar or act disgusted by them)

someone who spends a large part of the date ripping on other people or oversharing (such as passionately going on an angry tirade about an ex and how crazy they are, a parent and how much they're annoyed by them, etc.).

someone who's condescending or a mansplainer, explaining really obvious things with the assumption that she doesn't know about them (without checking first)

someone who gave her callous/indifferent responses ("i'm really worried about my friend, she's been having a hard time..." "oh. well good luck with that")

someone who kept checking the time even if they don't have anywhere to be, making her feel insecure that they were impatient for the date to be over

in a modern AU, putting "just ask" as their bio on their dating profile

Lavinet:

someone repeating a joke that didn't land the first time, just louder

someone who seems thoughtless or inconsiderate (by her standards), like not holding the door for her or not holding the umbrella over her head if they're sharing. basically not a gentleman!

someone who was a sloppy drunk/couldn't hold their liquor

someone who spat or hocked a loogie in the street

someone who admitted to cheating in a past relationship (doesn't matter the circumstances)

seeming flirtatious with other women or visibly checking others out while in her presence

someone who ran at a bird to scare it and it didn't fly away 🙂

Halek:

someone who was a very picky eater

someone who liked to play coy or play mind games (deliberately not calling on him the next day to see if he would do it first, etc.)

someone who talked in a baby voice a lot and used nicknames like "babykins" or "smoochums."

deliberately acting helpless, especially as a way of being cute or eliciting caretaking behavior, like "omg i can't figure out how to boil water, can you do it for me?" 🥺

in a modern AU, telling him you think silver foxes are hot 😭

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