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emilycollins00 · 4 years

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Hello !! If it’s alright, could I request some cuddling HCs for Itaru? Love your writing ^^

Hi love, aaah thank you so much for the compliment! 💕 Oh yes, yes, yes! Love cuddles and Itaru so absolutely yes!

In fact, I loved it so much that before I noticed had a small scenario...? I keep saying it, but I hope it was okay (mainly because you guys ask me hcs and then I go doing more scenarios than anything sometimes... or maybe it’s overthinking from my part?)

Leaving my thoughts aside, I truly hope you enjoy it as much as I did dear, here you go! 💕

Itaru’s cuddling

I pretty much imagine Itaru as the unpredictable king of cuddles? They depend on the day, place and how he’s feeling.

Most of the time, Itaru’s cuddles are low-key subtle.

When you two are at your house, he lingers close to you, caressing your hand as you two watch a movie or bumps his shoulders against yours.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to or doesn’t like it, believe me, he DOES enjoy your hugs and embraces, it just… doesn’t come to him that naturally.

HOWEVER.

There are times when he might come tired from work, be grumpy because of a failed gacha or have been missing you more than usual.

In those days Itaru goes FULL cuddle on you, no matter where you are or who you are with: This man doesn’t give a ****

You could very well be at the dorm, talking with Izumi and Sakyo on the sofa over a cup of tea and he would arrive, see you there and Itaru just…would drop his head onto your lap without saying a word.

“Uh…Itaru?”

“Chigasaki, what are you-“

“Don’t mind me guys, just charging batteries. Please keep talking as if I’m not here.”

You find it cute.

When you two are back in his room though.

The. Worst.

It’s almost an impossible mission to get his full attention away from his games and that carries over to cuddling too.

At least that’s what you thought at the beginning of your relationship. Soon, you notice he doesn’t complain if you snuggle up to or wrap your arms around him.

You even end up commenting live his plays on his lap, making him smile.

Wakes you up in his arms at 5:00 am to get you finally to bed or finds you sleeping on the sofa, waiting for him to finish.

Probably uses the opportunity to take photos and tease you.

“Beautiful drooling here, Y/N.”

“If you send it to anyone I’ll drown your computer and then murder you.”

He keeps saying he deletes them but don’t let it fool you, HE HAS AN ALBUM FULL OF YOU that he loves looking at from time to time.

Enjoys making small talk while you cuddle him and kiss each other over and over.

Despite what he might say or act, he actually craves your physical affection and is thankful for you putting up with him.

……………………………….

Tired from work, you had gone straight to Mankai to spend time with your boyfriend. After greeting some of the other actors on the way, you did not hesitate to head straight to the gamer’s room.

The familiar scent mixed with his daily perfume entered your nostrils as you opened his door. You were only able to take a glimpse of the back of his head, the swivel chair covering his body.

It was chilly, you noticed. Not too much, but enough to make you get small goosebumps. “How come it’s cold? You don’t even have windows to open…”

You turned to him, but he didn’t look like he had heard you. Or seen you, as a matter of fact.

“Itaru.”

No response.

“Itaru!”

“Hmm? Oh, Y/N, hey there,” he took a quick glance at you and looked back on the screen. “We didn’t have anything planned, right?”

“No, but I still demand attention.”

“Sure, sure, I’m almost done, I swear.”

Spoiler alert: that would probably not be true.

You sighed, used to it and sat on the sofa. Fortunately, Itaru having a room to himself meant the couch was big enough for you to lean comfortably.

Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of continuous clicks of his wireless computer mouse and keyboard in the distance.

............……………………

“Y/N.”

He sees you mumbling in your sleep and smiles unconsciously “I thought you wanted me for something?”

You finally open your eyes, seeing his face a few inches far from yours.

You two stayed a few seconds in silence, staring at each other until you broke the contact to kiss him softly.

“Mhm? Is that my reward?”

“You wish. It’s MY reward for putting up with you and your ranking games.” you yawned, slightly shivering. You noticed a blanket on you.

Looks like Itaru had given it to you at some point when you fell asleep.

He stared at you again, in silence. Much to your surprise, he made space for himself and snuggled with you, feeling your warmth.

He started to mindlessly caress your hair. It felt good.

“Tough day, uh.”

“So tough.”

He laughed. “Well, it’s late but… welcome home anyway.”

The exhaustion from work and the grumpiness you had felt started to dissipate as you got lost in his strokes. With your eyes still half shut, your lips formed a small smile, feeling comforted.

Itaru smiled too, planting a kiss on the top of your head. You pulled away slightly and tilted your chin up. He didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between your two for a kiss. Sweet, short and full of longingness.

“I’m home, Itaru.”

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Itaru asdfghj you can’t be a teaser and also all sweet (me, as I wrote this)

Wish you all a wonderful day!💕

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moonlightjeno · 4 years

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so like when youre free maybe you could do roommates!au + enemies to lovers + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.” from the prompt list with im-not-even-gonna-say-his-name-because-you-know-it? hopefully with a happy ending idk maybe theyve both been burying their feelings for some time? dont push yourself and you dont have to do it if you dont want to 🥰 ly so much bubs ❤❤

asdfghj im so so so sorry this took me ages to actually write !! i do hope you like it’s seriously like just pure fluff and some small tiny angst but basically I want a jeno after this and you know why.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: [roomate!au] + [enemies to lovers] + [“you have the emotional capacity of a brikc”]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: f l u f f and full on crackheads. this is a mess

creds to @mozartwasajungkookstan ,, ty for the help on how to start this!

Having a roommate or really lack thereof was nothing like the movies, especially when lee jeno was involved. It’s not like you saw him often, he seemed to spend most of his time either in his room the only sound coming either grunts or the click click of the video game controller that he seemed to be attached to dearly. You were almost sure he talked more to the tv screen in his room and his phone was six other voices would at times come through, seeping through the door.

When your old roommate had suggested you move in with jeno, you had initially agreed. From what you’d heard from her he wouldn’t get much in your way, loved animals so wouldn’t mind you bringing your cat and he was cute. Jeno was the epitome of a perfect roommate according to the paper in front of you and Jaemin who’d had to leave you and therefore make you move because of a modeling gig he’d been presented halfway across the world. The boy at least had shown you pictures of the boy who you’d be spending the rest of the year with and when you’d first seen them you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eye. The pictures that jaemin had shown you had done him no justice, had been your first thought when you’d the boy who’s black hair had been pushed back, clothes clinging to his body from sweat, a result of what you had later learned was from a late dance practice you had been stunned. The initial stun of his beauty quickly faded the moment he opened his mouth only to close it back up again, and turn around leaving you in the entrance hall.

The relationship between the two of you didn’t grow much from the initial encounter. It seemed that jeno would either spend too much time outside and come back to your apartment marks left along his neck where he would maybe wave a hi to you, and if it was a good day wouldn’t complain about you taking up most of the space in the living room. On your defense, he never used it either way. At least that’s what you thought, it had never occurred to you that the boy was to shy to disturb you, or that anytime he would come in the living room only to find you concentrated, most of the time scribbling over papers across the desk that he didn’t want to bother you. Especially when you looked kinda cute, all concentrated on whatever it is you were working on, he never asked never dared to.

Three months into the rooming and it seemed that you had traded the boy you loved and had grown to be one of your closest friends for a stone-cold dark-haired boy. Jaemin was a foil to jeno in every way possible that the english dictionary could come up with. Where jaemin would greet you by the door almost every day, and was ready to give you a hug and talk about your day to no end jeno wouldn’t. The most jeno would do was tell you what the weather was outside on the occasion you went out to get the groceries, but in the times of a global pandemic, those were few. No relationship seemed to blossom, not that either of you put much effort into making any sort of conversation, the most you would get out of jeno were vague nods or “mmhhhmmm” that always had you questioning if he was agreeing or disagreeing with you. It had seemed to become a sort of talent to be able to distinguish between the different noises that jeno would make, most of them when you were involved in the speech were negative. That is what one would gather from the low tone that would come from grunts, half of the time it was jeno not every really knowing what to say on the subject of the human body and it’s many muscles, he was a dance major he didn’t know.

Five months and quarantine hits your city. It’s during moments in quarantine that you are grateful for it and the organized chaos it brings with it in the apartment. Well peace is you considered music blasting through the household as jeno practiced his dance and choreographed new routines while zooming with his even louder group of friends. The pumping music though made up because when you would see jeno a smile or the ghost of one would grace his features, and you two would at times, very small times would make conversation about the weather. Talking about the weather had truly just become a joke, as neither you or jeno could actually leave the apartment. Nevertheless, jeno never failed to remind you when it was going to rain, it was both sweet and slightly annoying you couldn’t quite decide. It was on rare days, when you would get back from a daily grocery shop run you would find dinner prepared. Too much of your surprise it had been edible the last two times he has cooked, and though not much conversation flowed between the two of you it seemed this hate to hate relationship had become a more of acquaintances to acquaintances. It was progress, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.

There were times when you looked at him, times when you two though wouldn’t talk to each other but would decide that on that night you would maybe attempt to get along better. These scenarios tended to end up happening from the constant nagging that jaemin put you both through, a constant “just talk” and “i swear they aren’t as bad as you think” and you couldn’t forget his most recent one that drove you nuts to no end “are you sure you don’t just you know like him?”. The phone conversation tended to end with a beep the second those words left his mouth, only for jaemin to text you about it continually. You were happy when that jaemin lived so far away in those moments if not you were sure he would have died either from you or jeno. It was one of the rare things you two agreed on.

“So… what movie do you wanna watch?” you posed the question, not expecting much of an answer apart from maybe a shrug or a complaint on why were the two of you doing this again.

“Ummm, are you good with avatar? I haven’t watched it in a while and the sequel is supposed to come out” the suggestion left you gaping at him, eyes wide at the fact he had directed more than five words to you.

“Hold up” the awe in your voice was very much present which caused jeno to turn around and look at you, “did you just actually give me a sentence?” you couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on your lips and it only grows when you see jeno, biting his lip a small attempt to stop his smile from showing.

“And…” you move closer to him, sitting in front of him one hand pointing slightly at his lips, “are you smiling?” you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips, and soon jeno has joined you. Though he stops quickly the moment you see him looking at you, a genuine smile on his face.

“Whatever. Just play the movie” he grunts, shifting his boy to face the tv and hugging your cat next to him. If it weren’t for the fact that you were almost sure you’re cat loved jeno more than he loved you, even if jeno was allergic to them you would have tried to rob him back. But this was the most you’d gotten out of jeno and you sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin it.

“I’m on it, i’m on it” you mumble, as you search through your disney+ account expecting to find the last few shows and movies you’d been binge-watching cars a childhood favorite of yours right at the top and avatar which at this point you almost thought you watched religiously right next to it. The moment the screen showed Cars, you heard a cough from beside you. Your glare on jeno made him look at you slightly eyes narrowing before he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Why is Cars on here?” the question seemed to mock you and you only smiled.

“Nostalgia. Why?” the movie brought up the fun and happy memories from when you were younger, you had watched it so many times the dvd had broken.

“So it’s not because it’s just a bad movie and you wanted to make fun of it?” and just like that, you’re ready to fight jeno, even if the way his hair fell slightly across his eyes from not being cut in months, and the way is he moved just slightly you could see the muscles shift from beneath his white shirt.

“Are you mocking Cars?”

“Maybe. It has no emotional value” is his response, followed by a shrug as he turns again to face the tv eyes darting from the tv to you from his side-eye. Oh that’s it. You think bitterly before grabbing the pillow behind you and hitting jeno full face, your power yell leaving your lips. The thud the pillow makes as it collides with jeno’s face and the yelp that leaves his lips and you smile.

“The fuck was that for?” he’s looking at you again, arms crossed against his chest, your cat no longer in sight.

“Because you” the emphasis on the word is caused by another hit in the shoulder, “have the emotional capacity of a brick.” jeno’s face is the only answer you need before you settle back into the couch, a proud grin adorning your face, until you are pulled by the waist a shriek leaving your lips. In some way you can’t fully understand you are now sitting on jeno’s lap, his face only centimeters from yours, and you can see the light specks of gold that swirl in his dark eyes.

“No” the word is a whisper, and he moves closer to you, “i” you can feel his hands on your waist holding you in place “don’t” the movement is too fast for you too process but one moment your breaths are mixing and a noise you can’t place is in the background, and the next he’s kissing you.

kissing jeno like everything related to jeno is nothing like you expected but everything you wanted. It’s slow and warm, and your hands come up behind his neck playing with the loose strands of hair. Kissing jeno is a new feeling, a way of conveying emotions when words between you two have always failed, and maybe just maybe it’s a confession because when you pull apart foreheads touching each other love-struck smiles on both of your faces you realize jeno isn’t that bad.

“See?” a small peck to the lips, “my emotional capacity is beyond your reach” a grin replaces the small smile, “and i like you” another kiss, this time to the corner of your mouth and you thank the dark lights in the room from hiding the warmth from your cheeks. A small hmmm leaves your lips in response before you kiss him again, “i guess i like you too”

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inotherverse · 5 years

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I’ll Be Home For DedSec (Marcus/Wrench)

ONLY A DAY LATE FOR THAT GOOD CHRISTMAS FIC HERE WE GO

also I haven’t finished the game asdfghj I still have to play the last mission but I think this is still canon compliant???

also u can read it on ao3 if you’d like gimme a kudos hell yeah

thanks bl;pealse enjoy

“What’re you doing here, man? You know it’s Christmas, right?”

Wrench turned at the sound of the voice and saw Marcus coming down the stairs of the hackerspace, smiling playfully at him.

“Do I really seem the type to celebrate, M?” he said, turning back to his work, already comfortable with the second presence in the room. “Get drunk at somebody else’s party, maybe, but I’m not a ‘spend time with family, get all warm and fuzzy inside’ kinda guy.”

“Still, go home, take a break, watch a shitty holiday movie. It’s a holiday, use other people’s religion as an excuse to slack off like the rest of us,” Marcus said, coming to stand just behind Wrench at his workbench.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wrench looked at Marcus over his shoulder. “Hey, and what about you? Why are you here?”

“‘Cause I knew you’d be here,” Marcus said, with a smug smile playing at his lips.

Wrench laughed softly. “Yeah? And shouldn’t you be, like, with your family right now?”

“I’m going later,” He said, walking forward to stand next to him. “What’re you even working on down here?”

“Jumper upgrades, mostly. There’s not much else to do,” Wrench gestured to the guts of the jumper in front of him, spread out on the table, along with some other technological odds and ends. “Well, actually, I’m sure there’s a lot of rich and powerful people getting drunk in a room together somewhere...” the screen of his masked showed two capital O’s as he looked imploringly at Marcus.

“Eh, we’ll get ‘em on New Year’s,” Marcus said, dismissing Wrench’s suggestion with a wave of his hand. “Take a break, come with me,” He took a few steps backwards toward the stairs, ushering Wrench to follow him.

“Where are we going?” Wrench asked, looking for a stopping point in what he was doing.

“The garage.”

“Why are we going to the garage?”

“Because your Christmas present is at the garage.”

Wrench paused. “Oh. I—”

“It’s not a car.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“I know, but. It’s at the garage. I didn’t want you to think it was a car.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Because it’s not a car. And that would be, like, disappointing.”

“Yeah.” Wrench was now facing Marcus fully, the jumper forgotten at the mention of gifts. “I was just gonna say—”

“You were going to say something like, you’re surprised, or ‘oh, I didn’t get you anything,’ or whatever, right? I don’t care, man, just c’mon!” Marcus said, turning his back on Wrench and going up the stairs.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” Wrench called after him, quickly crossing the room to catch up. “You’re way too excited about whatever this is.”

“No, I’m really not,” Marcus turned his smiling face on him, looking a little too mischievous.

“Sure,” Wrench gave him a small shove up the stairs. “And do you really need to wear a turtleneck and a coat in California? I get it’s Christmas, but you look like a love interest in a shitty Hallmark movie.”

Marcus sighed. “I’m sorry you don’t understand fashion. I’m sorry you can see art right in front of you and not even recognize it. It’s so tragic for you.”

They reached the door, and Marcus bowed, motioning dramatically for Wrench to go before him. He followed, and the sliding door closed behind them, sealing the hackerspace.

“Also, stop watching Hallmark movies.”

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“I can’t believe we made it all the way here and you’re still on this.”

Wrench threw his arms up in exasperation. “I’m just saying! I don’t actually watch them,” He argued, waiting as Marcus opened the door to the garage. “I just know what they’re like!”

“How do you know what they’re like if you don’t watch them?” Marcus taunted, clearly enjoying dragging out the argument despite his protest.

Wrench’s mask switched to ‘angry eyes’: two downward-slanted lines. “Because I just fucking know what they’re like! Everyone does! They’re like, a staple of—” he stopped short as he walked through the door, seeing Marcus’s handiwork.

Next to his workbench stood the chalkboard he kept there, giant letters in Marcus’s straight, thin handwriting read: “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” It was curved to arc perfectly over the box that stood in front, lined up with careful precision. The box looked huge, a tall rectangle coming to above Wrench’s middle, and was wrapped in red and green paper, complete with a ribbon running up the sides and forming a bow at the top.

“Whoa,” Wrench breathed, taking tentative steps toward the box. “It’s all wrapped up and everything.”

“...Yes.” Marcus said, as he closed the door behind himself. “That’s typically how these things go. Kind of a staple of the thing.”

“Damn, Marcus,” Wrench said, slowly circling the gift and ignoring Marcus’s jab at him. “This thing is huge.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Shut the fuck up, stop ruining Christmas with your dick,” Wrench said, holding a finger out to silence Marcus while eyeing the present.

“Well?” Marcus urged, impatient. “You gonna open it, or just stare at it?”

Wrench still hesitated a moment. “I’m… just trying to guess what it is. It looks like there’s a fucking toddler in here.”

“Nah, too tall for a toddler. He’s eight, minimum.”

Wrench rubbed his hands together, then attacked his present. Marcus watched, hands clutched in anticipation, as Wrench first untied the ribbon and let it fall to the floor, then ripped away the first bit of paper, halfway down the side.

“Oh… my god,” More paper ripping. “It’s not.”

“It is!” Marcus replied gleefully.

“Fuck. Fuck! Holy fuck!” Wrench started bouncing in place, unable to contain his joy.

“Yep!” Marcus replied, smiling, matching Wrench’s energy.

“Fucking… Marcus!” Wrench screamed, reaching a higher pitch than he realized he was capable of making, the filter of his mask helping it reach ear-splitting levels. Through his excitement he ripped the rest of the paper away until it stood fully revealed: a huge box emblazoned with Haum’s logo. He pulled the front panel away, revealing his gift: a brand new security bot. “I can’t fucking believe it!”

“Merry Christmas, Wrench!” Marcus said, clapping his hand down on Wrench’s shoulder. “Your boy’s been reincarnated!”

“Marcus, how in the hell!” Wrench was still barely able to control himself, and not really making the attempt, looking back and forth between Marcus and the robot. “It was like, absurdly difficult to get one of these the first time!”

“I have my ways! Don’t worry about it, just get to work on ‘im. He’s severely in need of a paint job.”

“Oh fuck, Marcus, thank you so much!” Wrench yelled, throwing his arms around Marcus. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Marcus laughed and returned Wrench’s hug. “You’re welcome, man.”

Wrench pulled back some to meet Marcus’s eyes with his own exclamation points. “You’re the best, you’re literally the best!”

Marcus laughed again. “Hey, I try.”

“You! You literally fucking..!” Wrench started, launching away from Marcus and toward the robot. “This is really the best thing, Marcus, I mean it.”

“Well, I mean, I know getting rid of Wrench Jr. was really fucked up, I mean even if it was the best thing to do at the time…” Marcus settled against the nearby table, watching Wrench excitedly pull the bot from the box, flitting around it like a hummingbird. “So, here he is! Look, your son came home for Christmas!”

They both laughed a moment, before Marcus said, “Hey, I got him, both times, doesn’t that make me like, his other dad?”

Wrench gasped. “Oh my God, it does.” He laughed, then spread his arms wide. “Hey, look at me, I’m spending time with family on Christmas, like a real person!”

They both laughed, bringing the initial excitement in the room down, replacing it with a calmer, comfortable moment of silence. Wrench stopped bouncing around the security bot, and came to stand in front of Marcus.

“I’m serious, M, this is really great. I wish I had something cool and amazing for you that illustrated that I understand you better than anyone else, but…”

Marcus laughed. “Hey, there’s always next year, man. And, I mean, you don’t have to get me anything, that wasn’t what I was going for here.”

“I know. Ugh, you’re such a nice person. I hate you.”

“Wow. This family is tearing me apart,” Marcus said, moving as if to walk over to the security bot. “Okay then, I’ll just take my son and leave.”

Wrench positioned himself between the two, putting a hand on Marcus’s chest to stop him. “Just kidding, I love you, do not touch him.”

Marcus held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Could’ve said it with more feeling, but I’ll accept it.”

“Oh! Okay, round two,” Wrench cleared his throat in dramatic fashion. “Marcus Holloway.”

Marcus burst into laughter, just at the way Wrench pronounced his name: deep and low like a love confession in a bad movie. “Don’t, don’t!”

Wrench, cleared his throat again, louder, as if protesting the interruption. “Marcus Holloway,” he began again, “Allow me to confess my admiration of you.”

“Stoooooop!”

“No! You must let me continue!” Wrench said, adopting an indistinguishable accent, lofty like a Victorian drama with the Victorian extracted, the effect only made more funny as it garbled through the filter of Wrench’s mask. “I have admired you from afar for too long! I can no longer bear it!”

Marcus threw his head back in laughter. “Stop, oh my God!”

Marcus’s laughter only urged Wrench to carry on, ready to take the bit as far as it could go. “Marcus Holloway!” his mask showed two pointed, smiling eyes briefly as Wrench couldn’t help but to laugh through his character. They lasted only moments, though, before Wrench tore the mask from his face, dropping dramatically to one knee, and holding the mask over his heart like a hat. “I must confess my undying love for you!”

“I regret—” Marcus began as his laughter began to die down. “I regret everything. Are you even doing a bit anymore? You’re a little too good at this!”

Wrench laughed at the jab, only taking everything Marcus said as encouragement. “My own love laughs in my face! How will I go on?”

“Stop, oh my god, if you go anymore I’ll have to think you’re serious, c’mon!”

Marcus kept laughing, but he felt the air in the room change. It was immediate, but subtle, as their laughter stopped and a strange expression flicked across Wrench’s face; the eyebrows previously knit in a fake severe expression rose in surprise for only a moment, before Wrench was standing back on his feet. He broke eye contact, and moved to put his mask back on, but hesitated, standing almost frozen, looking for an out.

Marcus looked over the other, trying to find meaning in the sudden change. “Wrench?”

“Uhh… yeah. Anyway,” Wrench looked everywhere but at Marcus, already half turned away from him. “What were we doing?”

Marcus began to connect the dots, and a flash of realization passed across his face. “Oh,” He stopped leaning on the table to take a half-step toward Wrench. “Wrench.”

“Oh, yeah, the present,” Wrench recalled, ignoring the knowing tone of Marcus’s voice. “It really is great— It’s a great present, Marcus, thanks.”

Wrench turned away to face the robot and moved to raise his mask to his face, but felt it stopped; he looked down, and Marcus’s hand was there, holding it in place. He looked up into Marcus’s eyes, which fell too softly on him, and he stood waiting for the worst, his anxiety written all over his face.

“Wrench,” Marcus said again, waiting for the other to turn his face away— happening at the sound of his name. “Wrench, man, I’m sorry, I wasn’t—” he stopped, fishing for words, and fast, before Wrench could cut in and say with a laugh that what he thought was happening wasn’t happening, that he misunderstood.

“Wrench, this isn’t— I di— ugh, this shouldn’t be so hard,” Marcus stopped a moment to look over his friend, who stood still, silent, like he was waiting for this to end, like he had already conceded defeat.

Marcus needed to respond quickly, needed to let Wrench know that whatever awful scene he was playing out in his mind wouldn’t happen, but at the same time he was at as much of a loss for words as Wrench was.

Marcus sighed. “Fuck it,” he whispered to himself under his breath. “Wrench,” he called, softly this time, like gently calling him to come home to him.

One hand came to rest on Wrench’s shoulder that faced him, that was trying to keep him away, as everything in Wrench’s body language screamed that he was ready to run, wanting to run, but was tired of running. The hand that rested on Wrench’s mask came up slowly until it met the cheek that was farthest away, and gently urged it to turn toward him. Wrench complied, not resisting the touch, smoothly moving where he urged him like floating in the tide.

Marcus looked into Wrench’s eyes, which was a mistake, as he almost lost his nerve, but something in the shock he saw there pushed him forward; Wrench was surprised, scared, it was clear, but what wasn’t there was protest. The hand slipped from his cheek to his chin, tipping it upwards, towards him, and Marcus dropped his eyes down to Wrench’s mouth, steeling himself to take the leap.

The kiss was slow, uncertain, and it felt to both of them like it barely held onto life, like a dandelion trembling in the wind, knowing that one stiff breeze could whisk it away entirely. Wrench’s heart thrummed in his ears like roaring wind shaking the building, but the rest of him stood stock still, afraid to move and end what he barely knew was happening. His mind screamed to slow down, to enjoy the moment before he lost it, and it took some thought before he even realized he should kiss Marcus back.

The kiss was short, Marcus eventually pulling away. His own face felt hot, and he saw a pink blush running along Wrench’s cheeks, and even a splash of it across his nose. He studied it a moment while they both caught their footing, the sight of Wrench’s uncovered face still being a rarity.

Wrench was hesitant to open his eyes. “If I look up—” He started, “I swear to God, If I look up, and there’s like, mistletoe— or some shit— above me, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

Marcus laughed, relief apparent, as he read the still-persistent uncertainty in Wrench. “Nope. Nothing up there.” He smiled, amused, as Wrench opened his eyes, flitting them briefly to the ceiling as if his word wasn’t good enough. “Just a regular kiss. Sorry to disappoint.”

Wrench sighed like a weight was lifted from him. “Marcus, oh my God,” he breathed, closing his eyes again and covering half his face with his hand. “Oh my God. That’s— I’m— Oh my God.”

Marcus bubbled with laughter, suddenly feeling lighter than he was before. “Yeah, I agree.”

“I’ve been— I’ve been— fucking dreaming of that,” Wrench said, suddenly with a confidence he didn’t have before.

“Yeah?” Marcus said, listening to Wrench as if this were the first time he had heard his deep, unaltered voice, husky now in the fading heat of the moment just before.

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since I fucking saw you, first of all, and then I got to know you, and fuck, it got so much worse than I fucking thought it would.”

Marcus smiled, and another comment to urge Wrench on played at his lips, but at that moment his phone sounded, breaking through the air like a hammer on ice. Wrench looked almost startled, like he had forgotten that there were other people in the world, and felt their eyes on him. He moved toward the security bot.

“‘S my family,” Marcus mumbled, reading his text. “I should probably leave, if I’m gonna make it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Yeah,” Marcus watched as Wrench looked for something to do. “But, hey, this was—”

“Wait,” Wrench said, suddenly freezing in his tracks.

“What?”

“Wait a fucking second.”

“I am.”

Wrench let out a pained sigh, rested a hand on top of the security bot, then laid his forehead on it. “So you gave me, like, a perfect Christmas gift.”

“I’m not looking to brag, but, yes?”

“Demonstrating that you understand me really well.”

“...Sure?”

Wrench sighed again, full of exasperation. “And you look so stupid handsome in your stupid turtleneck.”

“Thank… you?”

“And we had our first kiss. On Christmas.”

“Yes.”

“Marcus, we’re living a fucking Hallmark movie. I’m a fucking Hallmark movie protagonist,” He ignored Marcus buckled over with laughter in the background and started to pace back and forth. “I’m the fucking workaholic boss or whatever the fuck and you’re my sprightly coworker who showed me the true meaning of Christmas or some shit, and I just stood here and let that happen.”

Marcus reined in his laughter long enough to respond, wiping a real tear from his eye. “I don’t think Hallmark makes movies about hacker anarchists with queer, interracial romance plots.”

Wrench perked up. “That’s the only thing that saves us,” he pointed an accusatory finger at Marcus. “Only thing.”

Marcus laughed again. “Thank God. Now, go work on your son, give him a cool paint job, inappropriate catch phrases, the works,” he headed toward the door as Wrench settled in to work on the robot. “I need to go now, but… later? We’ll talk?”

“Yeah,” Wrench said with a lopsided, content smile, as he replaced his mask. “You know where to find me.”

#wrencus #wrenchus #hollowrench #marench #watch dogs 2 #marcus holloway #wrench #watch dogs #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #mine #WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #i might change the title honestly i keep changing my mind lmao but thanks Abby for the suggestion anyway

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danideservedbetter · 2 years

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Day 255

I guess my full day yesterday— went to therapy, which got me acquainted with a counselor, did some assignments, even got one done early, walked across campus a solid three times— really took it out of me because for some reason I couldn’t sleep at all last night. Very unfortunately this had me waking up probably the latest I have since I moved up this way. I got a lot done yesterday and don’t have dues today so I can’t be too upset. But. Still 😂

Today I have a Telehealth doctors appointment and I’m slap out of medicine so I hope my Mawmaw is able to make it to the city to get my prescription (can’t get it sent here because amphetamines can’t cross state lines). I’m so tired I considered just doing my lit analysis class by zoom because it’s the only class I have perfect attendance in but Brit lit doesn’t have that option and I definitely don’t have perfect attendance in it lolol. But getting out does me good anyway.

I have a lot of French due and it’s due tomorrow, so I’m probably going to be grappling to get that done today. Very luckily I did one unit decently on time but called it quits when the final lesson required too much brain. Asdfghj.

Friday looms ever closer and as it turns out I will in fact have to return to Louisiana. I might’ve stayed in to work on crafts or write or see Tom Holland get beat up but sadly rent is due, and it’ll wipe out all of my savings. Dad has been contacting me via Facebook Bc he thinks he’s smart but I’m not really responding much. No one has responded to any applications I sent in so I’ll repeat: funny how everyone is desperate to hire until somebody with a disability applies. People’s standards are too high.

The exhaustion could also just be this last week’s stress catching up to me. It’s been suspiciously quiet these last few days except scrambling to finish work, so my body is probably responding in turn. I’m excited for all the games coming out! I was saving up for a new switch but sadly all that money’s about to go to rent. Which sucks. Even the therapist asked why I’m keeping stuff at a place I don’t live at and why my parents don’t keep my stuff safe. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Idk. Waking up with mixed feelings this morning and it doesn’t particularly feel like my medicine worked since I didn’t have the energy to eat before taking it. It’s a bummer because I don’t really want to be a zombie today but I’m making up for gained time, as usual.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

#goal post

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spider-bih · 6 years

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Hello my beautiful cangrejito, I’m so proud of you ❤️ I love your writing so much 💕 and of course I love you my cangrejito 🥐 can I have a sort of continuation to the butterfly kisses thing with the prompt “how come you know the words to every single song on the radio?” Ilysm ari ✨

Hello hello, bby! here. Ily2!!

Pairing: Peter x Mechanic!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, maybe cursing idk. Ya gurls got a potty mouth.

A/N: I still don’t know shit about cars and I still don’t speak much Spanish asdfghj sorry.

You’d finished your biggest feat yet- restoring an old beat up car. Months and months of greasy palms, frustrated yelling and scouring every junkyard you could- and you’d finally done it.You’d turned this old hunk of junk, into a smooth running car, and you couldn’t be happier- at least that’s what you’d first thought. When you took it for a little joy ride to Peter’s apartment- he made your happiness grow tenfold. The look of awe on his face was incredibly sweet. He’d remembered what it had first looked like when you got it from a fellow mechanic friend. He remembered how many hours you spent in their shop, how many times he had to force you to take a break so you wouldn’t burn yourself out.

He was so incredibly proud and in complete awe of you. The skill you had was amazing. Your determination was unmatched and- god, he just adored you.

He especially adored how you’d thought of him first. Of all the people you could have chosen to take a first joy ride in your restored car, you chose him. He loved that infinitely. Loved that he was that important to you.

“You can control the radio while I drive.”, you told him.

Old as the car was, you made sure it had a nice sound system. For all the work you put into it, you were damn well gonna blast whatever music you so chose, and you’d be damned if you used cheap old speakers to do so. Plus- you probably would’ve exploded if you blew out your speakers within the first day of having this sucker up and running.

Peter was more than happy to have control of the music- hell, he was more than happy to sit in the passengers seat and watch you drive. As long as he was with you, he didn’t care what he was doing.

As you started up the car, he started going through the stations, not looking for anything in particular. Anything to fill up the silence- anything that might have you singing sweetly or bobbing your head- which surprisingly, you did no matter what station he turned to. Spanish station?

“Y se formó la gozadera, Miami me lo confirmo. Ay el arroz con habichuela, Puerto Rico me lo regaló.**”, you sang along, still humming the song when it was over.

English Pop?

“Everything I do, I do it with a passion. If I gotta be a bitch, I’mma be a bad one.”

Alternative?

“Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who dares to dream..”

Rap?

“Don’t Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest. Still not understanding this logic..”

After a few more songs, Peter stopped messing with the radio. He let out a soft and sweet little laugh, looking at you with warm eyes, “How come you know the words to every single song on the radio?”

You smiled softly, glancing at him as you stopped at a red light, “Babe. I’ve been in and out of that shop for months, working on this car. I needed something to listen to other than the noises of my tools. The radio was my only option- not that I’m complaining, you know I love music.”

“That I do.”, he replies, still smiling, “But seriously? Every song that’s come on, you know the words to. Every station, english or spanish.”

“Is it a problem?”

“No, but it’s giving me a challenge.”

“A challenge?”, you ask, driving as the light turned green.

“Bet I can find a song you don’t know.”, he taunted.

You smirked, “Try me.”

Long story short, he couldn’t find a single song you didn’t know- at least not this time. However, he promised one day he would- and from that, it would grow into a game you both loved to play- but that’s a story for another time. For now, you enjoyed the music playing through the speakers of one of your big accomplishments. You savored this moment- this little bit of paradise in this empty parking lot you’d pulled into. Your boyfriends lips pressed softly against yours, filling you up with sweet butterflies and overall happiness. Soft sweet and warm- just as Peter had always been.

**”And the happiness was formed, Miami confirmed it to me. And the rice with beans, Puerto Rico gave it to me.”

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