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Cold Feet | Mark Lee

Summary: With just one week to go, you call off the wedding. You’ve just realised that you know nothing about your fiancé.

Genre: Angst, established relationship AU

Word count: >1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stood outside Mark’s door, shivering. Icy rain was slamming down, drenching you, but you didn’t care. You just needed to see your boyfriend.

“Come on, open up!” you cried, banging on the door again.

The door swung open. Mark was standing there, in nothing but his grey pyjama bottoms, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His dark hair was splayed out in all directions.

“Y/n, whatchu doin’ out here? It’s three in the morning.” Mark said. He stood to the side, ushering you in. “Come inside, you’re soaked.”

You shook your head, ignoring his outstretched hand. “We’re getting married in a week!”

Mark smiled. “I know. Baby, wedding planning is all we’ve been doin’ for months.”

“No, you don’t get it. Mark, we’re supposed to be getting married, but… but… we can’t!”

Mark frowned. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t know anything about each other!” Tears slid down your cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“What are you talking about, Y/n? Of course we do,” he said softly.

“No we don’t. We’re making a huge mistake!”

“Please just come inside so we can talk about this properly.”

You followed Mark into his apartment. He handed you a towel and one of his spiderman T shirts.

“Put this on, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he said.

Your heart twinged at Mark’s kindness. You got changed out of your clothes and sat on Mark’s bed, wearing his T shirt that smelled just like him. You gulped.

Mark rubbed his neck. “Y/n, this is just pre-wedding jitters. Freaking out in the middle of the night ain’t helpin’ anyone. Can we just talk in the morning?”

“You’re not listening to me! Mark, we’ve been dating for a year, but we haven’t talked about anything important. I mean… where are we going to live once we get married? One of us is going to have to give up their apartment, but who?”

Mark stared at you in silence. You went on.

“We’ve never talked about whether we want kids, or if we’re gonna send them to private school or not. Whose family are we going to visit on the holidays? And what about money?”

Mark shook his head. “Y/n, I don’t care about all that stuff. All I know is that I love you, and that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.”

Mark touched your arm gently, but you shook him off.

“All that stuff, Mark, is our entire life,” you spat. “Love isn’t enough.”

The temperature in the room fell to zero.

“Do you not love me?” Mark asked, voice small.

“I do, but Mark, what even is love? We don’t live together, we’ve never been on holiday together, heck, we’ve never even had sex!”

Mark gulped; eyes glued to the floor. “I thought you said you were okay with that…”

You sighed. “Mark, don’t you get it? We’re rushing into this lifelong commitment when we’ve barely thought it though. I should never have… said yes when you proposed.”

“Are you saying you don’t wanna marry me next week?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Not next week… but maybe someday?”

“I have never doubted us, Y/n.” Mark stood up, stuffed a pillow under his arm, and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep on the couch,” Mark said, rubbing his eyes.

“But this is your apartment…” you said.

Mark groaned. “Fine, you sleep on the couch! Actually, why don’t you go back to your own apartment!”

“Mark, I-“

“Why are you sabotaging our wedding like this, Y/n? You should have talked to me earlier, instead of waiting till the week before our wedding. You’re being so… selfish.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears beginning to fall again.

“Go home, Y/n. I can’t be with you right now.” Mark pushed you out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked.

You looked around Mark’s living room. There were pictures of the two of you on every surface. You felt sick.

You sobbed the entire way home in the taxi. When you got inside your apartment, you flopped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your shoes. You had just pushed a good man away. What had you done?

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The next morning you were awoken by a thumping on the door. You jolted out of bed, head throbbing from crying so much.

Could it be…? You tried not to let yourself hope as you ran to the door and pulled it open.

Yes! It was Mark, looking adorable and tired with his circle glasses and stubble.

“Mark, what are you doing here?”

“I think we should move into your apartment,” Mark said.

You raised your brows. “What?”

“Yours is bigger, so it just makes sense,” Mark said. “And I do want kids, but no more than three. I’d wanna send them to private school if we can afford it. Let’s go to your folks for the holidays, and for money? We can figure it out together.”

You sighed. “Oh, Marky.”

Mark took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I’m sorry for gettin’ mad last night, Y/n. Everything you said was totally reasonable. We… need to talk about this kinda stuff before rushing into anything.”

You sighed.

Mark looked at you, brown eyes glassy. “We can postpone the wedding if that’s what you want. We don’t even have to get married. But, please, I need you in my life.”

You pulled Mark into a tight hug, too overwhelmed to speak. You breathed in his familiar peach shampoo smell, and basked in the warmth of his body.

“How was I lucky enough to find you?” you whispered; face buried in his neck. “I must have done something amazing in a past life. Saved a bunch of orphans from a burning building or something.”

Mark snorted.

You were beaming as you pulled him into your apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“I want to kiss my man, but I don’t wanna give the neighbours a show,” you said, smirking.

Mark just smiled, and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were eager, and his hands roamed your hips. You could feel his tongue against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You pushed your hands into his hair and kissed him back, hard.

When you pulled away, you were both panting.

Mark leant his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed.

“There was one more thing I wanted to talk about… about what you said last night,” Mark whispered.

“What is it?”

“The fact that we’ve never… you know…” Mark bit his lip.

You pulled away to look your boyfriend in the eye. You cupped his cheek. “Baby, I’m fine with that. You said you wanted to wait till marriage, and… I respect that.”

Mark’s fingers were toying with the hem of your blouse. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to resist me for that long?” His pink lips were pushed out in a smirk.

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his broad shoulders. “It’s true, you are irresistible. It’s going to be torture.”

You dragged out the last word, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Mark’s neck. He shuddered with pleasure.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Mark said, his eyes slipping shut.

“Don’t I know it.”

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junipers-archive · 1 year

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Meeting The Parent

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, meeting Spencers mom in person for the first time!! (short sweet and hints toward marriage at the end :)

It had taken a lot of convincing, and maybe some reassurance on both of your parts, but you'd gotten Spencer to allow you on one of his less-than-often visits to his mom. You'd made the arrangements to take the small road trip with him this weekend and were prepared for the very worst or the very best outcome of the visit.

As of current you were awaitng the 'signal' Spencer had told you he'd give once he explained to his mom that you were here with him. You understood of course how very cautious he was to let people meet her and how protective he was about those he loved.

Hell, you were one of those people, and you loved being one.

Once you got tired of shifting your wait from foot to foot akwardly however, and as nurses passed you by, you decided to move closer to at least look like you were trying to find someone. Instead you got a few cut words from their conversation. His mom's voice being the first heard,

"You're dating her?"

"y-yea mom I'm dating her" he sounded dissapointed.

"why didn't you tell me?! You know you can tell me anything Spencer!" panic rose in you then, you'd been dating for quite substantial amount of time now, why hadn't he even mentioned it?

"I did tell you, you just forgot- Will-Will you just speak to her? Shes here with me, y/n?"

That was your cue, and no one had to know how fast you'd scrambled to meet them in the corner of the nursing home where they sat or how you attempted to slow your pace and heart as you got closer.

"Spencer go get me some water" Her voice wasn't completely monotone but it wasn't cheerful either, reminiscent of a protective mother more like.

"A nurse can get you water-"

"You're my son" She looked to him then "please, get me some water."

Spencer looked between the two of you then and you wondered whether or not he was asking permission from you or her about how to handle this situation. Nevertheless he gave an apologetic smile to you and waded off to find a nurse and get some water.

Thats when you started talking to her.

"Do you love him?" okay so no small talk.

"We love each other." you reply as smoothly as possible earning a nod of approval from her.

"He's special, my Spencer, very special. " At this point shes not even looking at you but has taken to staring wistfully out the window nearby instead. A golden shadow is lighting up the room as the sun sets and you take a seat across from her.

"He is." you agree, following her gaze mainly just to distract yourself.

"How long have you been together?" she looks down to figit with her fingers "I-uh- he talks alot about you and he probably has already told me but-"

"Almost a year in a few weeks."you smile to yourself then thinking of how happy you are to be with him at all.

"So you know him...you really know him don't you?"

"I like to think I do"

"Favorite movie." Its more of a command then a question, and you realize she's commanding you to tell her his favorite movie.

But you could play this game. You could play it all day.

"Le cercle Rouge (1970) but, if we're talking more movie night picking Spence i'd say The Godfather Part II (1974)."

She smiles slightly at this. "Book."

"The illustrated Man by Bradbury is one of his favorites but he's never been able to choose between that or The Narrative Of John Smith by Doyle."

She doesn't even flinch. "Play."

You sigh at that one, knowing she won't stop till he's back, or maybe not even then. "Well..."

You swear it takes him ages to get water and by the time he's back you're seated across from her taking most of her questions in stride. But its the last question right before he gets back that catches you slightly off-guard.

"Do you think you could love him more than I do?"

"I already do." your voice is even, and you're being completely honest with both yourself and her but your own reply surprises you and all it does for her is earn a scoff.

"Impossible" she's staring right at you now, smiling.

You smile back, "I beg to differ." And now he's back.

The subject changes drastically as Spencer asks her questions about how she's being treated, like the perfect son he is. But besides that you talk about the BAU and some of the recent cases, she surprises you when she's able to follow his brain's trace of mind better than most, perhaps better than you.

But after about an hour or two the conversation comes to a lull.

When you're both ready to leave you smile politely and say goodbye, leaving Spencer to say his goodbyes in private.

And despite your better judgement you need to hear what she thought, you need to know if you're good enough for him. So you go behind the same wall you'd been hiding behind in the beginning of the visit and listen, pretending to be on your phone.

"I-It was really nice seeing you, i'll come back tomorrow morning before we leave-"

"Y/n."

He clears his throat then, "yea, uh what-what about her?"

"You better marry that girl Spencer, and you better do it before I die-"

His voice goes up an octave,"Mom stop you're healthy-"

"I'm just saying, she's perfect for you and if you don't marry her before I uh...kick the bucket, I will haunt you for eternity!"

They both laugh then and you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies "Don't worry I wouldn't dream of letting her go."

And despite yourself, once more better judgement, you begin to grin as you head to the car and once you see Spencer in sight start to hint towards how fond you are of marriage.

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dpr-stay · 9 months

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Love Lost! | LN4

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of the feels, jealous!Lando, hurt/comfort, happy ending, a little bit of drunken confessions but not really, childhood bestfriends to lovers bcs i love that trope.

WC: ~3.2K

Hiya, it's been a few weeks. I've been really busy and kinda lost my inspo to write, so this is me dipping my toe back in. Hopefully it's ok. NOT EDITED (not much has changed huh)

There comes a point in every young person's life where they must look back at what they have done and realise how they could’ve done it greater. Done it faster. Done it kinder. Done it better. Whether it be a choice, an action, or some words, reflection and acknowledgement are key milestones in the development of a person's life.

Lando has had many of these moments. Such as when he had first set foot in a kart, he should’ve done it earlier. His debut season, he should’ve done it better. His schooling, he should’ve put more effort in. The realization of his feelings for his childhood best-friend, he should’ve done it faster.

It was all he could think as his eyes caught you at the bar with some random nobody leaning over your side, obviously trying to chat you up. He took a sip of his surprisingly bitter drink as he watched. The drink shouldn’t have been bitter, it was some fruity cocktail he’d bought for you before you’d arrived, but the look you were giving the guy who you were talking to certainly made it so.

The tightening of his chest went unaddressed as his first clenched around the glass stem, his mind begging to ignore the way your smile had shifted from the fake one you gave to creeps to one not dissimilar from the way you smiled at him. An elbow jolted into his side, causing his eyes to draw away from the bar, though his mind remained around 15 feet away.

One of his mates, some guy he’d met a week ago who wasn’t after his money but wouldn’t say no to sixteen free drinks, looked at him concerned. Atleast Lando thought the look was concerned, he couldn’t exactly tell as the guy's face was hidden behind a pair of douchey shades. He shouldn’t think that though, he probably owned at least ten pairs that looked the exact same.

The guy moved his head again in a silent gesture and Lando nodded, hiding his suffering behind the pretense of not stopping this guy from getting laid, returning the silent gesture. He then shrugged before moving on, quickly running up to a group of girls and placing his arms around the shoulders of two, leaving Lando to continue stewing.

Really, it wasn’t stewing. He had no reason to ‘stew’. He’d only discovered he’d felt this way recently, he hadn’t been silently grudging for years. However, as his eyes moved back to the bar and watched as the guy's hand slid from your shoulder to your back, he could definitely feel the pot boiling over within him.

You hadn’t moved though, there was no indication that you were uncomfortable from your body language, so Lando had to accept that he wasn’t able to intervene. He trusted you as much as he liked you unfortunately, so he knew that you’d walk away or even signal if you didn’t like where this was going. He couldn’t rush in and be a knight in shining armour if there was no damsel in distress, no matter how much he hated it.

He slid down in his seat, trying not to appear too stalkerish to any people at the club as he watched the two of you interact. Last thing he wanted was rumors of him being a voyeur spreading around the media. It wouldn’t be too far off with the way the guy you were talking to was going. His hand was still sliding lower, moving from your mid back all the way down till it met the seat of the chair.

Lando could hardly hear the music pumping through the club, only focused on your body language. One slight flinch or look of discomfort and Lando would take that as his cue to storm over and create such a row that he would be heard in Azerbaijan.

However, you didn’t move away. Lando could only watch as you adjusted in your seat, letting the guy's hand slide under your behind. You definitely didn’t need any help. The drink tasted almost acidic when Lando next took a sip, forcing himself to turn away from the bar. He came here for a good time, he didn’t need to see you getting it on.

He cleared his throat, though no one could hear him and no one had even paid attention to him in an hour. A quick glance around the club confirmed this, people engaged with their own activities while he was sat, watching someone he was in love with get hit on.

That’s not pathetic, is it? Lando thought it would be more pathetic if he acted on his impulses, walked over and stopped the random guy in his tracks. You’d probably be mad (would you?) and he didn’t think he could deal with it. Especially after watching what was happening in front of him.

I mean, you’d definitely been mad at him before, knowing a person for over a decade does that to someone, but he didn’t know how mad you would be. He’d never been in this situation before, one where he had to put his drink down and sit on his hands to stop them from punching the guy in the face.

The fact that this was one hundred percent not healthy was all that Lando could think. He shouldn’t be putting himself through this, watching someone else touch you how you wanted to be touched. How he wanted to touch you.

God, he should leave. There was no point in staying here just to torture himself. He was a voyeur, not a sadist. He took a breath before chugging the drink you had insisted you couldn’t have because you wanted to pay for your own and then standing up and lumbering his way to the exit.

Doing the responsible thing, he arranged for an uber as he walked down the corridor to the door. The fresh air that greeted him sent a wave of feeling down his spine. He walked further away from the cue to get into the club, praying that no one would recognise him as he walked.

Luckily, no one did. Lando didn’t know if this made him feel better or worse.

It’s a funny thing, that. Lando normally liked being in the spotlight. Maybe it was growing up always being unwittingly compared to others, but he liked being special. Even in times Lando didn’t want to be recognised, because he truly didn’t at the moment, he still craved that little serotonin boost whenever someone would turn to him with stars in their eyes.

It felt nice to be revered, nice to be seen as greater, all those things he didn’t consider himself. You’d always provided that for him. He didn’t want to come off as shallow or as a user, but your everlasting presence in his life, your consistent praise, had always made him feel good.

God, that did make him come off as shallow. It went without saying, he thought, that he always tried to return the favour. The way you always smiled bashfully in response to his compliments always made his day brighter.

He almost swore out loud into the empty street as he walked. He should’ve realised earlier. He’d never taken himself as the boy-next-door type, mostly because he was always someplace else, but the idea of domesticity with a person who he’d always been around, especially since it was you, made him feel incredibly warm inside.

A warmth he doesn’t feel often. It had only come around a few times in his life, but the most notable would’ve had to have been around two weeks earlier. He was just lying in bed, you on the phone rambling about whatever you were now interested in.

Every one of his responses were some variation of “yeh” but that didn’t stop you. Eventually you’d tired yourself out and Lando had finally got a word in. He’d made some tired quip about you “never shutting up”. You’d responded in like, a joke about him not being able to keep up. You’d gone back and forth with your banter before eventually you’d both called it quits and said goodnight.

Lando hadn’t even registered the fact he was about to say “I love you” as a sign-off before you’d hung up on him until the quiet beeping of his phone sounded. That had made him really, truly think about your years-long friendship, pondering about whether he had meant that platonically or romantically.

It hadn’t taken long for him to figure it out. After ten minutes an itching had settled in his mind that he should call you back and force you to continue talking. He missed your voice, even if it was you ranting about something he had no idea about. Even the thought of it had inspired a familiar warm feeling to bloom within him.

The warm feeling had still been present in the club, even if it was accompanied by the crushing weight of feeling mediocre. Lando almost scoffed at himself as he mindlessly kicked a rock as he walked.

His earlier thoughts ran through his mind, cursing himself for thinking it pathetic to try and stand up for his own feelings. He should’ve said something at any point. Now you were probably dancing with the guy, ignoring the fact that Lando wasn’t even in the club.

That wasn’t true, of course. You were too kind. Something that Lando had always appreciated but made it incredibly hard in situations such as this one. The buzzing of his phone alerted him to this, a single text from you reading ‘Where r u?’

Completely inconspicuous but oh so characteristic. The shorthand made it clear you were busy, you were never one for abbreviations, but Lando refused to think about what you were busy with. He didn’t think you were ‘easy’, god no he wasn’t an ass, but he’d never seen you click so fast with someone to the point that you’d let them put their hands on you like that.

Lando didn’t know how to respond, instead checking the time on the Uber. There was no way that many people were getting Uber’s that it was a twenty minute wait. He could only sigh before scrolling back to your text.

An answer that properly conveyed his dilemma evaded him, so he just replied with a ‘Going home’ before quickly tacking on a ‘Have fun :)’ because he felt it was rude not to. After hitting send, he put his phone in his pocket before leaning against the wall of the building closest to him, staring straight into the night sky.

He’d only have a few minutes of respite before a familiar call of his name sounded in his ears. His head swung down out of shock, watching your hasty figure make your way towards him. You were swaying on the heels you were regretting wearing, your purse having your essentials halfway out of it.

“What the hell, man?” You asked as you stumbled closer, the drink you’d bought yourself making your already unsteady steps seem as though you’d fall over if you went too close to a crack in the pavement.

He could only look on in incredulity as you stopped in front of him, one of your hands reaching for his arm to balance yourself. He quickly reacted, sweeping you into his side, before turning his head to look at you.

“I thought you were going to stay back.” His voice had a tone of question to it and you shook your head, swaying violently side from side as you moved it.

“No, I came with you. Gonna leave with you too.” Your words were mumbled as you spoke them, the drowsiness you felt becoming incredibly apparent. Lando tried not to react, though he found it incredibly hard. The knowledge that you’d never even planned to leave with anyone but him reassured him. The feeling he got from that reassurance made him slightly uncomfortable. As much as it made him regretful that he didn’t act earlier, no one owned you and you could do whatever you liked.

The words you spoke awoke a feeling that had been increasing ever since that phone call, the previous events of the night also hadn’t done it any favours. That feeling was protectiveness.

“Would you like me to take you home?” He asked and you nodded against his side. He held you there while you swayed, thinking over what the feeling coursing through his veins entailed. Was it right to feel protective over something that definitely wasn’t yours?

Lando was left to ponder this as you both waited for the cab. He didn’t know if that question explicitly applied to this situation. Maybe you weren’t each others in a relationship sense, but you were definitely each others in a friendship sense. Hell, he’d consider himself yours in any circumstance. He just didn’t know if you thought the same.

As the Uber pulled up the curb, Lando walked you both over. Quickly opening the door and guiding you in, he then rushed to the other side and got in the car. He gave the driver the address of your house before leaning back into his seat.

It took approximately five seconds after the car had started that your head fell on his shoulder. He froze, not daring to move a muscle in fear that he would disrupt your sleep. A quick glance down out of the corner of his eyes showed that you actually weren’t asleep, you were staring up at him. Your eyes looked as though they were shining as they stared at him, and he couldn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks

Your expression looked starstruck, as though you’d never seen him before. He quickly tapped your shoulder in a silent ‘you okay?’ gesture. You didn’t respond, causing him to look down and look at you.

Unknowingly, he had positioned you at eye level with each other. He could feel the breaths escaping your lips as you breathed out, the closeness a feeling he decided he would cherish because of the highly unlikely chance of ever feeling it again.

Or he could call it, lean in and deal with the repercussions. He was tempted, of course, it would be such an easy way to just rip the bandaid off. He wouldn’t have to deal with a confession or the rejection. He could just lean in for a few seconds then open the door of the Uber and roll out, never having to see you again to face the rejection he could sense.

After a few seconds he pulled the plug, deciding that the longer he held his head so close to yours, the creepier it came off. Neither of you talked the rest of the journey, relying on the old tunes of Oasis that the driver decided to put on.

Eventually, you arrived at your address. One look at Lando convinced him to walk you inside. He’d call another Uber, regardless of wait times.

You opened the door to your building, holding it open for Lando which he acknowledged with a smirk. You just rolled your eyes, the moment from the Uber well and truly passed. Regardless, you both moved to your elevator, moving in as you clicked the button of your floor.

There wasn’t many people around, it was too late, so it was just you and Lando in the elevator. A space that would normally be full of conversation was unusually quiet.

Lando knew why he was quiet, he was recalling the moment in the Uber, slightly mourning what could’ve happened if only he was braver. He didn’t know why you were quiet, probably thinking about how weird he was acting.

But, frankly, the night was almost over. Just another couple of minutes and Lando could start the journey home, able to think over how that man had touched you and how he would never be able to do that. He should definitely try to move on. It would be too uncomfortable to spend a long amount of time secretly loving his best friend.

The lift dinged and you both walked over, moving side by side down the corridor till you eventually reached your door. You both paused outside your door. You didn’t make any move to grab your key and instead just looked at Lando, an unfamiliar look on your face. You almost seemed resigned. Lando didn’t know why.

You then sighed before moving to your purse, rummaging for a second before pulling out your key. A quick turn and your door was open. You turned back to Lando, a small smile on your lips.

“Goodnight Lando.” You said sweetly and Lando returned the gesture quietly, pulling you in for a small hug. After you separated, you seemed to hesitate for a second before shaking your head and going inside. Lando watched you close the door and heard it click before he called out one last ‘goodbye’.

Except the words that left his lips were not ‘goodbye’. They were ‘love you’. Completely unconscious slip of the tongue but it resulted in Lando completely freezing. How the hell had he done that?

He couldn’t hear any footsteps from your side of the door and Lando was left gaping as he processed what he said and the fact that you definitely heard. It was way past the time to say it was an accident when he regained any sort of agency.

He immediately turned away from your door, poised as though to make a getaway. However, the sound of your door opening stopped him. Oh god, how was he going to write this off.

He slowly turned, making eye contact with you as you stood in the doorway of your apartment. Your expression was more shocked than blank, but it was definitely on the border. He could see the question in your face, but he could only respond with his completely gobsmacked expression.

He didn’t know what you took this to mean, but you smiled. A bright smile. A smile more radiant than any one he’d seen you give the man from the bar. It took you a second to gather your thoughts to speak, he could see you formulating something to say in your mind.

“I love you too.” Was your response and if Lando’s jaw could drop further, it did. He was not expecting any of this. If he were to confess his feelings, he thought there would’ve been a lot more of his tears involved and a lot more planning. However, here you were, shyly returning his feelings. A smile that matched your own spread across his face and you giggled at his reaction.

“Really?” He asked dumbly, something you’d tease him about later. You nodded.

It took him less than two seconds to cross from where he was standing awkwardly in the corridor to your door frame, and it took him even less time to kiss you.

And, for once, Lando felt relieved that he didn’t do anything a different way.

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nekokoaa · 10 months

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The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (II)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

3.1K words | (2/5) chapters

Chapters:

(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)

Author's notes: Good news, this fic has been extended to 5 chapters! 6 if I decide to do a chapter in Miguel's POV. We'll see! Also I think some people reached out to me about a tag list! Definitely comment on this post if you want to be added :)

Also on AO3

II.

The first session was the staple of this agreement for a while. To the point where it felt like you were disturbing Miguel when you would appear after his missions. You thought it was when he needed you the most. With the job comes the stress—the anxiety. Every spider-person knew that whether you were one month in or had years on the job. You all knew there was only one person who could protect the people and it was a cesspool of pressure all spider-people were carrying.

Including Miguel.

So you would visit him after his missions with the intention of closing that cesspool. And every time, he would greet you with that scowl on his face. It would be there from the beginning to the moment you're sliding your hand over his, innocently, gently. A touch he hasn’t felt in God knows how long. A touch he ignored he needed, but never complained about.

In the first few sessions, little was said between you two. Mostly talked about mission statuses and the mental health of the spider-people. Within time, the topics expanded to your universes and your homes. Nueva York being his. New York was yours. And later, by the end of every session, you were discovering layers of Miguel most didn’t know about.

It left you curious to the point where you looked forward to his sessions every week. You tried not to cross any boundaries—but you ended up sharing more about yourself with him than other spider-people. Usually, you were the one listening and advising.

“Cat got your tongue, has it?” It wasn’t the sound of Hobie’s voice that pulled you from your thoughts but the light strum of his guitar, the normally loud instrument’s sound was weakened without an amp. As always, he lounged on your office couch, feet kicked up on the armrest with his guitar on his lap.

“Not necessarily,” you responded, feeling embarrassed that you had spaced out when he was talking. Noticing, Hobie smirked. He loved it when things seemed awry.

“I seen it all. Little Miss Perfect in her head. Maybe I should be the doc and you’re the patient, yeah?”

“Maybe we should start having these sessions during the day. You do know it’s 1 AM.” Late sessions with Hobie felt more like you were hanging out with a friend. A waste of time but much-needed company.

“So?” Hobie shrugged, a melody was released from the strings. “Night is when the fun happens, mate.”

And Hobie was right. Your sessions with Miguel were always late in the night when most spider-people returned to their universes. Miguel would still be working, red eyes on those orange screens. You would be next to him, close to where you could feel each other’s heat. Sometimes presence was just enough. During these sessions, the clock’s minute hand would move a little too fast. An hour went by like a minute and then you would overstay. You didn’t know what to call those moments after. It was better to not give them a name.

You would leave and return with two coffees. Miguel would thank you, pulling away from his work and then you would chat till the night aged. The night never expired without hearing one of Miguel’s witty but rude comments.

And when you would give him a smile and your hand went on his bicep, it meant you were leaving.

It meant the fun was over.

Yeah, Hobie was definitely right. You were way too much in your head. Even now as the clocks strike 10 PM as you waited for Miguel in his office. Tonight wasn’t a session, but you wanted to check in to see how he was doing. That was normal, right? Checking in? Not like you did it to anyone else but it was still normal in your mind.

It was better than returning to your universe—to your empty white-walled apartment. There were memories buried within that place that you would like to forget.

First came the tremors, and then the tiny hairs on your skin erected. The pen you were holding slipped from your fingers, levitating above you. Gravity no longer existed for small objects and the air became dry but moist at the same time. It was like logic itself was confused as reality was torn open by a yellow portal and who emerged from it was, of course, Miguel fully covered in his spider suit. The sight so familiar, you had thought back to when you were first recruited by the Spider Society.

Imprisoned by the white walls of your apartment, you felt that same energy shift and that yellow portal appeared in your room like a stain. But to you, it was a hexagonal halo around Miguel who emerged from it, reaching into your universe, saying the words, “doc, we need your help.”

Life was never dull after that.

“Do I look like a blue panther to you?” Miguel approached you with his arms out. You hummed, turning your head sideways as your eyes trace over Miguel’s figure. The yellow portal closed behind him, and soon reality had returned to its natural state. You could feel Miguel getting annoyed the longer it took for you to answer. His hands went on his hips, eyes narrowing.

“Wellll….”

“Ugh, give me a break,” he brushed past you as you laughed. You followed him, grabbing hold of his arm to stop him from walking away.

“I’m kidding! Kidding!”

“ Ha ha ,” he scoffed, shrugging his arm out of your grasp. Like a red laser, his webs shot out from his wrist and he lifted himself onto his floating platform. Even after his missions, he still dived back into work. “Lyla, create a new recruit profile for Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman from Earth-65.”

“Earth-65?” You webbed yourself after him, peeking from behind his back to look at the orange-screened monitors. “I thought that was one of the universes we’re not recruiting.”

“Jess wanted her to join. She helped us capture Vulture and… I guess she did a pretty good job at it.” Miguel pulled up a hologram of the security camera in the Villains Cell Block. Jess was processing the captured Vulture to send him home in the next line up and next to her was a teenager with blond hair, the ends of it dyed soft pink. You assumed that was Gwen as Miguel zoomed in on her face.

It was rare to impress Miguel so much that he was willing to bend his own rules. Gwen Stacy from 65 was friends with the anomaly. “Cool, then I’ll schedule a session with her. Can’t wait to meet her.”

“What are you even doing here anyway?” Miguel asked, giving you a side-eye glance as he swiped the hologram away. A few more popped up about the last mission he was on and a couple more he had to do in the future. “We did our session this week.”

“Aah,” you had rehearsed your reason several times before arriving in his office and your mind still came up blank. “Just… checking in.”

You could tell he raised his eyebrow behind his mask, “Checking in?”

“Uh yeah, isn’t that normal?” You so wanted to bury yourself underground.

“Then you must have a lot of free time on your hands, doc.” Miguel shook his head, not bothering to inquire more. Not like he had any time to. His mask disintegrated and he shifted his focus to his work. You would’ve left him alone at that point because Miguel didn’t like to be disturbed once he got started until you noticed something off about his face.

“What happened to your lip?” You asked, noticing the dried blotch of blood on the corner of his bottom lip. It even looked a bit swollen.

He let out something like a sigh, a groan, or something in between before speaking quickly. “I don’t know probably happened in the fight or something—Lyla!”

“You should treat it. It could get worse, maybe even infected.” Your fingers grazed his jaw, tilting his head slightly up while tiptoeing to examine the cut. Perhaps, it was because of these sessions that you have gotten so used to touching Miguel. Before, you would’ve earned a warning scratch on your hand by now so something had changed in him as well.

“Infected?” Miguel let out a condescending laugh, his fangs making an appearance. His brown eyes deepened into red as they looked you down. It was almost as if he was mocking you. “Don’t you know who you’re talking to?”

“Does it matter? We’re still human, aren’t we?” It was a question you received so often from your patients that you suddenly found yourself asking that exact same thing. You had yet to find an answer that made sense. Yes, you’re human. No, you’re not. Maybe it was easier to not create a binary answer and to just go with what you believed in. At least that’s what you told your patients when they sat on your office couch. They seemed to have accepted that answer.

Miguel, however, felt different. He turned to face you, his large hand encircling your wrist as he pulled your hand away from his face. He stepped forward with a slight sway, and that was when you realized the size difference between you two. He might as well have been a skyscraper, casting a shadow over your figure and shielding you from the orange glow of the screens. His head was tilted up but his eyes—damn, his eyes barreled down on you, locked on like a sniper scope. It was predatory. And you had never felt so small before in your life.

“More than,” he answered lowly, releasing your hand from his grip and then he returned to his work.

You stood there, holding your wrist which was hot to the touch as your heart boomed against your ear drums. There was a dull ache in your head and shivers ran up your spine. It could only mean one thing. Your spidey senses were alerted. It happened a couple of times when Miguel would get this way. But he never hurt you. He would never. So why was every fiber of your being telling you to run from him?

You swallowed air, anything to get yourself to calm down. Hesitating, you glanced at Miguel who had buried himself in his work, seeming to have forgotten you were in the room.

More than human. You had never thought of yourself more superior to the people you were saving. Maybe it was because you used to believe you were the only one with powers in your entire universe. It was easier to think of yourself as an unfortunate freak burdened with the duty of justice. But when you walk the halls of HQ, surrounded by like-minded spider-people in staggering numbers, you could understand Miguel’s point of view. All of you were strong, intellectually smart, and capable of doing extraordinary things that are beyond the capabilities of humans. And then you have Mayday who was born with these abilities.

You knew the dangers that could come with having a superiority complex. Even then, Miguel was someone you couldn’t exactly leave alone no matter what he thought or how often he pushed you away. It wasn’t something you could explain. Did a moth ever question why it was attracted to the light, beautiful but deadly to its soul? All you knew was that it was better than being alone wandering aimlessly in the dark.

You left and returned with a medkit in your hands. A tap on Miguel’s shoulder earned quiet mumbles from him, claiming he was going insane for being interrupted before he looked at you, brown eyes flicking between the medkit and your face.

You were as stubborn as he was and he knew you wouldn’t get off his back unless you got what you wanted. So, with a sigh, Miguel followed you off the platform to a large metal block you urged him to sit on.

You opened the medkit, pulling out the items you needed to treat his wound. Miguel stayed quiet. You could feel his eyes on your face, looking over every part of you. It was hard to ignore it considering how piercing his stare could get like he was trying to uncover the deepest parts of your soul.

“God, I feel like I’m always giving in to you,” he spitted out, hissing when you pressed a moist rag to his lip a little too hard.

“Good.”

“Just means you’re always in my way.”

“Still a good thing.”

He rolled his eyes and then they went right back on you. You were so focused on cleaning the blood off his lip that you didn’t notice how close you got to his face.

“You know, puedes sentarte .” You were startled to hear another language in your ear. More or less, you understood him, moving to sit next to him until you felt Miguel’s hand on your hip stopping you mid-motion to guide you on top of his lap. “Better.”

You let out a less than graceful squeak, cheeks flushing, “O-Okay.” You were taken aback but then you remembered the agreement. As long as there was no kissing, no sex, then this was fine, right?

You continued to tend to Miguel’s cut, ignoring your steadily rising heart rate, but you were also admiring Miguel’s face. His high cheekbones, sharp jaw, and loose curly hair were perfectly combed back. He was definitely a handsome man and he had the most perfect body. You have never seen such wide shoulders in your life.

“You’re like a mother—sort of.”

“What the fuck,” you frowned. It wasn’t something you wanted to hear while sitting on this man’s lap especially when you were internally praising him.

“There was a time when I came home from school with my lip busted after beating up this bully and my mom did what you’re doing.” It was slight but Miguel’s expression softened. He was looking at you but you could tell the warmth in his eyes was from recalling an old memory. It was the first time he brought up his family, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You were a troublesome kid, weren’t you?” You joked, placing a small bandage over his cut.

“My dad thought I was too, probably why he busted the other side of my lip after.”

You stiffened, smile immediately dropping. You weren’t foreign to domestic violence stories from your patients back in your universe. It was a sensitive topic, but knowing Miguel, he didn’t want to be coddled about it.

“Sorry,” your fingers brushed the other side of his lip. There was no cut there but you could imagine the pain he went through when his father struck him. “Your dad sounds like an asshole.”

“He was.”

“I… wanted to be one, a mother,” you admitted. “When I got married to Harry, I couldn’t wait to start a family. I wanted a little girl like Mayday, cute with the fattest cheeks. But I only had a 5% chance of conceiving, my doctor told me it was nearly impossible, and when Harry found out… Well, he divorced me. Something about my inability to continue the Osborn family line...”

You spoke without looking at him. You were still ashamed of the reason for your divorce. Harry made it feel like you were a failure of a woman. He was a misogynistic asshole that only viewed women as a means to continue his family line. You wondered what spell he cast on you to make you fall in love with him because looking back, he never seriously cared about you as a person.

It took you a year and a half to recover from the hurt. The white walls of your apartment would remind you of every argument you had with him, of when he berated you, of when he made you feel less than. You spiraled into a hole you never wanted to be in again.

Little Miss Perfect. Gosh, you were far from it.

You noticed Miguel’s hand was stroking your thigh. He looked… sad. He probably understood you the most when it came to wanting a family.

“It’s a canon event for some, you know. A spider-person must go through a breakup… But after, we always find love, right?” You shrugged, smiling softly after.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” It was rare to hear Miguel sound soft, his voice lower than you ever heard it before. His large hand never stopped treading along your thigh to your hips and then back down again. Slow and agonizing, mapping out your shape. You wondered when you got so close to him, both hands resting on his strong shoulders, chests nearly together. You were slowly gravitating towards him—to the heat of his lips. Those red eyes were normally deadly but now it was with something else, flicking between your lips and eyes. Want, desire, and everything in between.

Surely, you didn’t know what to call this moment. It was better to not give it a name. It was better to just give in because it’s been so so long since you’ve been touched. Didn’t you deserve it? Didn’t he? The hand upon your thigh felt hot, you could feel it through your spidey suit. How glorious would it be if it was upon your bare skin?

Your head was too noisy. Your morals screaming. No kissing! No sex! He’s your patient! Any excuse you thought of appeared, making you resist.

It was too much. You lowered your head before Miguel could lean in any further. His lips were so close that his hot breath was brushing your cheek in waves. You couldn’t bear it so you slightly pushed against his chest to create some space. “I… have to go.”

You managed to say, moving to stand but you felt resistance from his hand on your hip as it held you in place. You and Miguel shared a look. For once, he wanted you to stay.

But you weren’t going to be held back by that look in his eyes.

“Good night, Miguel…” With a flick of your wrist, a string of webs shot out towards the ceiling and you quickly slipped yourself out of Miguel’s hold and out of his office.

Miguel remained still for a moment, almost like he was frozen in time. But once it settled with him that you left, his hand that was on your hip closed so tight into a fist, it began to tremble. A heavy sigh passed through his lips while his other hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. He just needed a moment.

Just a moment to realize not everything he holds in his arms disappears from his life for good.

Within time, he spoke.

“Lyla.”

Lyla generated next to him, floating by his head. “Yeah, Miguel?”

“Did you finish creating the profile?”

“One, you didn’t say please. Two, I didn’t want to interrupt,” grinned Lyla.

Miguel groaned until his back met with metal and draped an arm over his eyes. “Do I look like I’m in the mood for jokes?”

“When are you ever?” Lyla was expecting Miguel’s usual quips to her antics, but when she received nothing but silence from him, she frowned and gave in to his request. “Fiiiine, profile was done ages ago but I wasn’t joking when I said I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Next Chapter

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x you #marvel #sony #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man: into the spider verse #fanfiction #fluff #angst #smut #the agreement

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yarrystyleeza · 8 months

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𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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TILL DEATH DO US PART — S. GETO HUSBAND HCS

based on this ask. elaborated on some parts from it.

tags. gn!reader

— Suguru is a very considerate husband. Considerate overall towards his loved ones and often puts you first. When planning a vacation he always chooses places you’ve mentioned wanting to visit. If you two go out he always makes sure to bring an extra sweater even if you swear you’ll be fine (you rarely are). He always stays up late waiting for you to come home from long shifts or will just pick you up himself. Always let’s you choose the movie you want to watch.

— Adding to that, Suguru is very attentive to his spouses tastes and memorizes many things about you. Favorite color, favorite food, favorite artist, whether you prefer cold or warm weather, what makes you tick, how you like to be approached when upset. Unsurprisingly, his gifts are always exactly what you want.

— Loyal motherfucker. He’s the definition of a ride or die. He’s with you until the end no matter what. As he’s gotten older he’s become a “save my loved one over the greater good”. A very “i’ll help you hide the body” type of man, like Yuuta. He’s always there to hold your hair back when you’ve had too much alcohol and will clean up any messes.

— Is often the first to apologize after miscommunications or arguments. Perhaps he can hold a grudge and refuse to apologize to others in general, but not his spouse. Once he’s become a husband, he believes it’s important to swallow your pride. He’s made a rule for himself as a husband: if the disagreement is something he wouldn’t be upset about in a month or year, let alone even remember, then he can make the first move to resolve the issue with you as it’s not that important in the long run. So if he ever goes even a few days without apologizing or speaking to you, it’s serious and something you need to reflect on.

— Strongly believes it’s important that you two have your own interests and lives outside of each other (Satoru is similar). He sees marriage as people who have come together, not people who have come together and became a singular entity.

— Still, Suguru likes to hear you talk about what interests you and what you’re excited about. He smiles fondly and just listens, all while taking notes in his big sexy brain of knowledge solely for his spouse.

— Prefers cleaning over cooking, but is fine with both. It really all depends on what you want to do that day or week.

— Mentioned in the original post or some other post I’ve made, but Suguru’s considerate nature can be harmful to him. He’s so focused on others, especially you and your needs, that he doesn’t think of himself or give himself the same attention he does to you. Satoru has pushed him to be more selfish, but Suguru is very much a giver rather than a receiver. One of the reasons why Suguru chose to spend the rest of his life with you is that you’re attuned to this part of him and know when it’s time to let him choose himself.

— Is cool under pressure and knows how to calm your anxiety. The process of adoption made your head spin with stress, but he was always there to bring you back to earth and not get carried away. You wouldn’t have been able to go through with it if it wasn’t for him, and you’re so grateful to him for being the reason you two have your twins.

— An amazing father. It warms your heart to see how good he is with them, and how much he encourages them to feel comfortable being themselves. Anyone who sees him with the girls can see what a doting dad he is, and his looks make him an automatic dilf. Who wouldn’t when they see this handsome six foot tall plus man out in public with his daughters? This man with his tattoos that have clearly been colored in with markers by the twins? Even out in the grocery store with ribbons and cute hair clips in his messily styled hair has the bitches salivating.

— Suguru has always been aware of your jealousy when women come at him, and how it’s increased now that you two have children. You never take it out on him or anything, you don’t do anything except look annoyed. He’s still lowkey an asshole like his younger days so if a woman is hitting on him knowing he’s married or in front of you, he turns them down with a snide remark or a disgusted expression. Anything to embarrass them, honestly. He thinks it’s fair to make them feel ashamed for disrespecting you.

— Speaking of jealousy, he’s surprisingly the more jealous one. He has no reason to be, and also doesn’t take it out or blame it on you, but he’s more emotional about it. The sight of someone looking at what’s his makes him seethe only when they have intentions past admiring you (as they should). He’s petty and makes himself clearly known until they’re uncomfortable and mutter and apology before scurrying away.

– Jealousy sex with husband Suguru? OOOOOOF. He’s aggressive and more rough with you; prone to biting, hair pulling, facials, spanking. Who else can tease you and make you squirm on his fingers alone until you cry? Or have you drunk on your husband’s cock on the first round? Satoru knows that when his bestie hits him up last minute to babysit the girls it’s because of this. The next day when you two go pick up the twins, Satoru is wiggling his eyebrows at your hickeys and bite marks barely visible under the collar of your shirt.

— Other than jealous sex, Suguru is more of a soft dom than anything. He really is a giver more than a receiver, and only gives out punishments when you ask for it. He’s also very big on aftercare and it’s probably his favorite part.

— Suguru is the definition of a good husband and partner for life. It’s not always easy and he wouldn’t

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #Suguru x gn!reader #geto x gn!reader

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maissafespace · 2 years

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Ayato Kirishima x Kaneki!Reader

Synopsis: Ken Kaneki parted way with his sister more than a few years ago. It was time to reunite during battle, all was unexpected.

Warnings: No one I think.

Request: @1vv0h

A/N: Ayato, my beloved.... Hope you like this tho! It might not respect the whole concept, I’m sorry😓

Masterlist - Masterpost

The last time you saw your older brother was right before you went with CPS after your mother's tragic death. Your aunt, for some reason, wasn't willing to take both of you, she settled to take Ken while you were brought into an orphanage.

It wasn't a good experience at all, nobody even at the age of 5 was willing to take you in.

Parents that wanted to adopt always looked for babies and newborns, because they knew an older child would bring a bit more of complications. Even more when they had memories of their bio family. It was at the age of 5 that all your memories of your family were restricted to a few photos.

You were willing to trade them for a new family, you only wanted your brother back for you to feel less lonely and less abandoned to life.

No one had been able to fill that void till the day at 15 when you met a certain purple haired young ghoul of your age, he was out to eat something when he had saw you being followed home, by one of the wanted individuals in their ward.

It was a nasty fight that he won at the end, feeding himself off that previous ghoul's victim to not feed off you, restraining himself while you had blood trickling down your face from a scar that the ghoul had managed to give you.

He didn't know either why he saved you that day but since that moment he'd happen to show up once every three weeks. He didn't talk to you when he came, he stayed sat in the balcony rail, pretending he was there just for patrol for the Aogiri tree while you talked for hours about your day and random thoughts.

You were happy with only having him there, he was the first company you had ever had. He made you feel less abandoned and minimized the absence of Ken.

That once every three weeks became once every two weeks, to once a week and once every two days.

It was a day when you weren't in your balcony that he got worried, it was a habit that you weren't breaking to talk to him every time he was there. His curiosity won over him so did his concern, he looked inside from the outside he saw you wrapped tightly in your futon.

He was conflicted in whether to enter the room or not but folded in the end, when he was in front of you, he could see the veil of sweat on your face, the hot fever and the way you were trembling.

It was difficult for him to even understand that he was scared for you and care for you to get well soon.

He muttered under his breath the entire time, calling himself an idiot for being so protective over a mere human, and calling you stupid for getting sick so easily.

It was from that moment that he became responsive to your interactions.

You were both 16 when the presence of the two of you in a single room started to feel heavier, your eyes were falling to his lips more when he talked and his eyes wondering around your body when you looked away.

It wasn't fair to him.

You were still human and he may lose control any second, humans and ghouls weren't compatible at all or worse he could lead you to more than the scar you had, he could lead more ghouls to you.

Nothing seemed to matter though, the moment his lips met yours. A gentle and sweet first kiss for the both of you, that was soon transforming into more, with your body on top of his as his hands explored you.

The guilt and consciousness slipped back in as he pushed himself away from you. "fuck..." he cursed, in his mind he wanted to keep going but to nature's law this was wrong.

He thanked his life for the call someone made to him, he got himself out of the situation but only broke your heart a little. He knew it and couldn't look at you in your eyes, he was denying you both of love after all. He whispered a low 'forgive me' as he put on his mask and was soon out of your apartment.

For weeks he stopped visiting you, yet, you never stopped hoping for him to come through the window. More memories of your brother came back as well, wondering if your brother was out there somewhere, if he stayed in Tokyo or not, if he had enrolled in university or was working, a lot went through your mind.

"... The News these days had reported an increasing amount of attacks by ghouls, the CCG has pr-" Your classmate changed up the channel as the two of you were on a break for your project together.

"All these ghouls and attacks, I wonder why the CCG has not killed them all or something, at this point we won't ever live a normal life without being scared of dying, don't you think so?" Her more than average consideration only brought sadness in you heart.

You worrying was increasing after every second that passed, you were scared that one day one of the weapons you'd see on the doves would be Ayato himself.

When he left there was no guarantee that he'd come back after all. He disappeared just like Ken did. And you were alone again.

Ayato's 17th birthday had passed already and it was soon going to be yours, but there were still no signs of him. Or so you thought.

There had been a huge attack when your window was knocked at in the middle of the night. When you saw the lingering look in his eyes, looking at you with longing as he removed his mask, you were scrambling out of the futon, frantically stepping towards him, opening the window and finally throwing your arms around him.

For the first time since he took care of you, you felt his touch as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Both of you hiding into each other's bodies, taking in that moment.

All his effort to keep you far from him had gone to waste. After a nasty battle he couldn't help but come to you, see you and calm down knowing that you were okay and still have your arms open for him.

One thing had led to another in that encounter, after your lips had met his and this time he didn't reject your love, he let himself being drown it.

He closed the window behind him, scattering both of your clothes everywhere till your skin touched and laid on the bed.

A slighlty painful first time, as he thrusted into you but nothing that the two of you would take back.

Even if he hated humans, he loved you.

Since then he started to be more present, only a few days away when he had to return to the ward he was staying at and then crash at your place for some time.

Talking over and over for hours about everything, while he also ranted about his sister, you had the chance to explain about your older brother. You had never mentioned his name, only brief wishes to meet him again.

Two years later, you were 18 when skin to skin, sweaty of a few rounds of love, your flesh on your shoulder was pierced by his teeth, you hissed, but drown in the pleasure as he still thrusted in you. An hour passed when he pulled away, caressing him off to relax, his eyes going back to normal, his Ukaku disappearing.

In the middle of the night, he said it was a normal urge, he didn’t look at you in the eyes then, but it was supposed to be how ghouls showed affection and love.

Close to three years passed, the fights in Tokyo were increasing, he had asked you for security reasons to move closer to his own ward, you were not going to university either since you couldn't afford it so you accepted his proposal right away.

Not even a few minutes after the first attack to close buildings and Ayato was there to take you away. He was going to bring you to the hideout, so you were within sight of others and his. “There there’s my sister, my uncle, Hinami, other annoying people, homeless ghouls and kids, you won’t have troubles staying there, they’re good.” He said as he held you like a bride, running at the max speed he could. Jumping anywhere.

“Meeting the family after four years, I thought you were going to keep a hidden lover forever.”

“I’m going to drop you right here.” He said deadpanned. You giggled at him and couldn’t help but see the slight rosy tint on his cheeks.

“Mhm…. if they ask can i tell them top to bottom the story of how we met till now? If they’re curious about it.” You heard him groan. “Oh come on Ayato, I need some topics to talk about, you’re the only thing that comes up in mind.”

“I’m seriously going to drop you.”

“Right. How far again?”

“We are here , actually.” He said stopping in front of unwell kept entrance. He put you down, walking in front of you as he made his way inside.

There was complete dark and silence till a few explosions went by. You had ducked down as little pieces of ceilings were falling, Ayato was in the instant prepared to engage in battle. “Maybe we should’ve stayed in your apartment.” He mumbled under his breath.

Steps were heard at the end of the hallway, coming their way, he was ready then when a female voice echoed in a whisper in the walls. “Ayato!”

Your boyfriend relaxed at the voice. “Touka, you stupid little shit. What the fuck is happening?” His voice wasn’t as relaxed as him. While you were recognizing the same hair they had, features and connected that it was the same sister that he ranted about with no end. Touka Kirishima.

“The CCG is here, I’m leading the ghouls incapable to fight out of here.” She said. “Where were you? Who is she?”

“Shut up. Where are Kaneki, Nishiki, Yomo and Tsukuyama? And why are you the one leading the incapable we need to fight?” He asked as angry and on his toes as he was. While you were stuck on a single name he had said.

“If you were here you would know I can’t. They were out to find food for everyone, they didn’t come back yet-“ Explosions were heard in the background again. “Ayato, go, Hinami is buying us time to run.” You weren’t a fan of how he tensed up at the girls name but this wasn’t the right time to start an argument.

“Shit shit shit, you go! I’ll go buy as much time as I can, take her with you, you two introduce yourselves later, we don’t have time.” He was about to head away, only to be stopped by your hand.

There was a reason you stayed away before as well, you weren’t fully realizing how bad fights between CCG and ghouls were, Ayato always came back without a scratch and after fights were done. You were seeing him leaving now. He was leaving.

“What!” His eyes had already transformed, and the anger in his voice would be enough to scare anyone. Yet, he was taken aback when he felt the softness of your lips, meeting your eyes as they had sadness and worry for him.

He carefully cupped your face, pulling away when another explosion went through. “I’m not tending any more injuries of yours.” You told him.

He chuckled. “I’m the best it could happen to them at the moment. Go, I’ll see you when I get back.” He told you and you both parted ways, you saw him turned the corner and suddenly more explosions went by.

His sister pulled you with her and you both started running for your life, the way she was putting her hands were going in front of her stomach, were a given on the reason why she couldn’t fight. She could still manage to scream and guide everyone.

Your escape came to an end when you found an entire group of doves standing right in front of you, trained people against kids and people who never fought. At that moment you were glad that manage to give him a last kiss.

You were sure you were about to die, but nothing ever came, if not an earthquake and the doves retreating or dying from a huge thing developing in the ground.

Touka took the chance and started to run as well to the hideout. Settling back only to keep hearing the name Kaneki from everyone, everyone was looking for him, and you couldn’t help but keep reminiscing of your name, of the few flashes of memories that included a certain black haired older brother.

It wasn’t the most common name but the chances of that Kaneki being Kaneki Ken had to be small. It would be a joke to have been at a person’s reach all this time. You could’ve easily known him through Ayato.

But then in a moment of break you sat down with her. “So, you are with my brother?” She asked awkwardly, there was way more than confusion in her face. An expression that would make everyone knowing his character but a funny one for you since you knew parts of him that others didn’t.

“As hard as it may seem, we’ve been together for three years now, happy and hidden. I’m Kaneki (Y/N).” You held your hand out, while the other went to a sacred spot on your shoulder, you smiled when you saw her eyes widen.

“Kaneki?” You only nodded.

“Can I ask if-“

“Ken. Kaneki Ken.” You nodded at her reply. And it was him. Or at least that was his name. “Once, years ago he told me about his childhood… You were-“ Tears were in your eyes so you only continue nodding with a smile.

“That’s me.” You wiped tears away. “What’s your relation to him then? Friends? You said you’ve known him for years.” You asked her and noticed the shy look, the blushing on her cheeks of embarrassment as she had to tell you what they were. Ken was easier on that side of things.

Her arm wrapped around her waist a bit more and then it’s when your mouth hung open a bit more. “W-we are married. And I-I’m pregnant with our child.” She whispered and stuttered. You wanted to congratulate her if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

“He’s fighting, isn’t he?” She hummed. “Is he an ex dove or something? We are both humans as far as birth certificate goes.” You were a bit confused, was he a skilled ex dove that passed to the other side for love?

She looked at you a bit estranged. “He’s a one eyed ghoul. He became like that. He was given organs from a ghoul woman and it fused in his system, and… I think all of this is his doing.”

And you were both correct, hours of conversation went by, she told you of the wedding, of his life, of the meaning of the mark, the current sides in the war and not much later you were given the news of his disappearance, of the appearance of Hide, your brothers friend and the alliance of the CCG and ghouls to find him.

Ayato had finally come back only to find his sister and you supporting one another. “I see you became friends.” Relief washed over you at hearing him safe and sound.

You jumped into his arms, holding him for dear life, squeezing him for making you worry so much till he hissed for his injuries. “You were away for hours, I thought something had happened to you.”

He sighed letting himself lose in the embrace for a few more seconds. “Im always okay, you just worry too much.” He pulled away, leaving a kiss on your lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours without making the situation awkward for other people in the room.

“Introductions, that’s Hinami and Nishiki, the others are somewhere around here, they’re looking for him. This is (Y/N), my girlfriend-“ “-wife.” You corrected him, his cheeks going to instant crimson red, his look was shocked and surprised while the people around you had their eyes wide open. “Touka said it’s wife in terms of ghoul. Why did you never tell me that? Should I go by Kirishima (Y/N)?” You patted your shoulder where the biting mark he had left was, he looked away from you while you grinned. He had been fully busted.

“So that’s where you were gone all that time.” Nishiki pushed his glasses up with a smirk.

“Shut it!”

“The ring!” You were all taken by the exclamation from Touka, she walked away explaining that she had given the ring of her parents to Ken, how they could be able to find the metal and make the search easier.

Nonetheless, hours later you were able to find him.

He wasn’t at all like you remembered him as they pulled him out of the attachments on him, he didn’t have his black hair anymore, the baby face, the eyes full of compassion… You couldn’t help your tears.

As they fell down, you could only imagine the amount of things he went through as Touka told you that made him like this.

A life full of tragedy for your sweet older brother.

You waited beside Touka in silence for him to wake up; seconds going by, excruciating tension and hope that diminished, till he sat up.

Normally. Like nothing ever happened, he only looked at Touka at first, you could see then the amount of love you pinned at him when you were a child, he greeted everyone back till his eyes came to you.

There was a wave of different reactions, feelings and emotions. When his eyes finally widened, he seemed to have recognized you. “You have grown so much, how long has it been-“

“15 years. Long 15 years and you’ve changed much more than me, you shitty older brother.” Tears were rolling down, you met him in the hug.

10 years of thinking that there wasn’t family, that you were alone, then Ayato came but the fulfillment of your family and thousands of what if’s where they hadn’t separated you from your brother.

All those lonely nights gone as you were back in his arms.

Behind you, your boyfriend only looked at the both of you confused, what did you mean with brother… “You have always been so close.” You let out a laugh as he smiled.

“How did you end up in here?” He asked. You were surrounded by ghouls, one eyed ghouls and doves.

Your mouth formed a grin, your fingers touching a second the scar on your face, till you turned around and pointed at Ayato. “All him.”

“Ayato?” Touka pushed him a step forward, blush on his cheeks as he didn’t know what to do. While Ken’s eyes started to clear up the meaning of it all. “With Ayato.”

“Kaneki’s and Kirishima’s can catch up later, we need to fix that thing outside first.” Nishiki said interrupting the reunion, but reasonably.

You both looked back and forth, but now you had forever to catch up on all your missing adventures of the last 15 years apart from each other, your families and significant others on top of it all, as each Kaneki had found its half in a Kirishima.

Yikes. I feel like it could’ve been better. 🥲

#tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul re #ayato kirishima x reader #ayato x reader #ayato kirishima #kirishima ayato #tokyo ghoul

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story prompt.

heyy.. so i had a dream🫢☠️ that i had a while ago that i personally think could make a really swell enemies to lovers fanfic. so i’m going to talk about it so the writers on here can make their own series out of it if they so please. (please make a series out of it it’s a desperate need i beg-).

for some backstory:

y/n’s parents are good family friends with the ortega’s, as well as her cousins. they grew up together living in the same town and going to the same schools, etc etc.

but y/n has always been quiet and awkward since she was young and often got teased for it, making her vulnerable to bullies. she tried her hardest to be accepted, but alas, it never really worked. jenna knew this, but never really went out of her way to do something about it.

the two were much closer when they were little, but eventually parted more and more as they got older and made their own friend groups. jenna was relatively popular and did really well in school, but y/n struggled and didn’t make as much deeper connections as she did.

the two ended up in an argument that would end up changing the trajectory of their relationship. one day sometime during middle school, jenna said something without the intention of being rude, which set off y/n’s insecurities and made her snap. (you can make this be whatever you want).

after that, the two couldn’t stand being around each other, each of them believing they were arrogant bitches and more☠️..

things stayed the same throughout high school. however sometime halfway through, feelings started to blossom that passed the line of platonic. of course the two denied it and pushed those thoughts away, not daring to mention it to anyone.

after graduation the two would nearly never see each other for a year until summer, after their first year of university/collage.

now for the actual plot:

y/n’s parents, her cousin’s parents, and the ortega’s, made an arrangement to all spend two weeks during the summer to spend time, do activities, or whatever, as some sort of fun reunion. throughout these two weeks they do many things (sneaking out obvi). but there’ll be moments where things are very died down, a little tense since y/n and jenna are in the same room or something... ykwim? (que one bed trope). they’re forced to work things out and go through many unwanted situations and problems. but they eventually come to an understanding and have a cute ending ☺️☺️.

a lot is filler i had to make up myself to help the story make sense since my dream lowkey didn’t that much. i didn’t put too much detail because i want to leave it open for other’s interpretation and ideas. me being mad at her for poking at an insecurity of mine and spending the summer with her and my cousins was in my dream, but the rest is what i made up myself afterwards. so please, if you have something more interesting, or a stronger backstory that’ll make the story better or something then by all means go ahead. you can choose whether jenna is famous or not, doesn’t matter. you can make it as mature as you want if that’s how you write, or you can make it more light hearted and humorous, or you can even make it both. i’d really love to see your takes, headcanons, and backstories for something like this 😭.

if you read till the end then thank youuu i actually appreciate it. i hope this sounded interesting enough👩🏼‍🦲.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #story prompt #story idea #a silly little dream i had

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hey! was wondering if I could get a doctor who and Sherlock matchup. I’m female, she/her, 20, bisexual as hell, INTJ/P, Leo, ravenclaw/slytherin, and a new media artist (still in college tho). I’ve got an average build, brown eyes, black wavy hair till my shoulders, wearing cat eye clear glasses or contacts. i honestly don’t know how to describe my style cause it changes constantly depending on my art projects or vibe I’m feeling. I love game design, 3d modeling, interactive design, visual effects etc. I also love reading, gaming, binge watching, digital illustration, dancing, collecting custom jewelry, rollerblading, baking cookies, and listening to video essays/podcasts/audiobooks. My favorite genres are detective, classics, fantasy, adventure, folklore, mythology and sci fi. I love listening to music in a multitude of languages as well whether Arabic, Italian, French, Hindi and much more. MASSIVE introvert except for with my best friends where my unhinged side comes out. Despite being an introvert I’m very comfortable with leadership. I’m very contemplative and thoughtful as well as creative. I’m far from clingy and prefer to keep my own space even if I know you well. I can be a bit stubborn, and opinionated at times however. I’m a huge planner and hate when things go off schedule or when things are chosen abruptly. Think that’s all I got! Thank you!

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I pair you with Bill

The two of you together would be a power couple don't try me on this.

I think you must have met when she was seeking into the doctor's classes and she sat next to you,

Bill would sometimes look over to see your small drawing of clocks or a small blue police box.

But when she learned about the doctor it had all made no sense to her whatsoever.

Over the time she travels with the two of you she learns more about you and the doctor but most importantly herself.

You know that meen where it's the couple and one like whats their hot and the other one is like can't see it hun yeah that's you two.

she has a small drawer of art pieces you made her as well as matching bracelets you had made for the both of you.

I pair you with Mycroft Homes

People this is the weirdest friendship they have ever seen.

I think the two of you met when he broke into Sherlock's home and you were just there sitting on the floor with a gaming laptop in your hands and some art thing around you and he was intreated.

Even though he doesn't like to say it he enjoys playing games with you when he has time which isn't very often thanks to his job.

will buy you that new book you have been talking about for a week but won't buy because you have 17 halve stared one in your home.

He thinks it's cute how you have a full-year planer in your room highlighted in different colours for different things.

You have been drunk before and cursed him out in french

#fanfic #x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #drwho #tardis #sherlock reader insert #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mycroft x reader #bill potts #bill potts x reader

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looosey · 11 months

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Lucy's DDR #1: I Love Dance

My parents and friends think I love to dance. They know without me saying it. In fact, a conversation I had with two NH Medlinks (i.e. my Desmond friend and his H4 friend) went like this:

H4 friend: Oh how do you know (NH4 girl 1) and (NH4 girl 2)? Do you dance? My friend: Does she dance? All she does is dance. H4 friend: Oh cool! Are you in ADT?

Which I found very fonny. No I am not. But alas, for the past two years till now, I have always been dancing, and I really really enjoy it, and I want to get better, and I think I do really love it!

But sometimes, it's hard to love it.

Today I want to talk about a big thing I see in dancers at MIT around me, which is that they have a very stressful relationship with dance. "I might quit all dance next semester," and "The MIT dance community is so toxic," and "I don't know if I want to do <xyz advanced team> next semester or just quit" are phrases I hear often from friends who always end up dancing anywhere from 3-9 hours a week.

They love it, but they hate it. The feelings are so extreme, I think, because dance is a social activity. You make friends, close friends, through dance troupe, ADT, or teams. But with dance, you're also auditioning, getting evaluated and cut, watching yourself side by side with others, being recorded, being talked about, and talking about others. It's a social activity.

And if you start thinking about how good your other peers are compared to you, the deep deep blackhole of dance-is-the-devil is slippery and treacherous. Despite them coming in with more experience, or putting in more hours than you at the expense of grades, sleep, or social life, or having been an athlete before, etc. All of my fellow friends who started dance in college, we've talked about this shared anxiety, but yet. We're all still dancing.

Dance. Dance. Four total semesters now. Why?

My favorite semester ever dance-wise was sophomore fall. Coming back from Korea, where I took a class a week at the famous 1Million and JustJerk dance studios, I was made pretty well aware that MIT was just a spec in the dance world. Thus, I was on my own journey to enjoy the art form and become professional grade good, whether or not MIT's competitive teams wanted me as a dancer did not matter. So, in September, I joined MissBehavior, did a DT dance, and took an MIT Theater dept. class in Hip Hop Dance History and Practice.

McKersin, the lecturer, taught us the history, shared the culture, opened my eyes to the Boston scene. He became the first person ever to tell me... "you need to practice" in an objective but well-meaning way. Previously, choreo workshops and Dance Troupe were fun and good to me, but in the vacuum of no-feedback-ever, I remained convinced that I was great at dancing, and thus was so confused all the time when I got rejected from competitive auditions. Now I was beginning to know.

I practiced freestyle dance and learned choreo from videos on my own, late into the night at BC dance studio. Recording myself, and gritting my teeth as I watched my own recordings. Yuck. Dumpster trash on fire, the stench coming from those videos.

But the way my dance progress became my own? So valuable to me. Thus, I improved.

I'm on a team now, and slightly deeper in the "dance as a social activity" thing both in MIT and the Boston community. Many times, I also struggle. I think I suck, look at that guy who probably only started this year he's so much cleaner than me. And that puts me in the worst bottom of the barrel mood for an entire day. Literally, makes me feel physical pain. But I never hate on dance. It's usually myself that I hate, which is not any better.

I write this on a special day: my first day ever being picked by a choreog in a workshop. You know? As the first subgroup to record? It means you're good. It was an affirmation that I'm doing okay, after a recent wave of self-hatred, actually. Even if I don't hate dance, I struggle a lot with comparing myself, and thinking I'm actually trash and not getting better, which is the root of my friends' problems too. I'm trynna overcome this and share a positive view of dance, like the energy of today's choreographer: it's fun to do and it's safe here.

This post is a reminder to future Lucy that actually, this journey has been one of great memories and progress. So, don't hate yourself, or the art. Be kind to yourself and others. Dance. Dance. Revolution.

#lucys-ddr #mit #college dance #dance slump #dance progress

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Must have been the wind

Based off of Alec Benjamin's song Must have been the wind.

This is an Endeavor x reader. Reader is a pro hero with the quirk manipulate. Manipulate is basic and simple the user can manipulate the target whether it being movements or thoughts. Pro hero name is Marinette.

Trigger warning ⚠️: talks of abuse, drinking, accusation of cheating.

Endeavors POV

It was another restless night. The neighbors were being pretty loud across the street. I heard glass shatter which made me get out of bed. At first I thought it was my imagination, but then I heard her voice and she was crying and screaming. I'm now to worried to forget about it so I put my shoes on and started walking across the street. I knocked on the door and asked about the things I for sure new I was hearing.

She said: "I think your ears are playing tricks on you."

Her sweater up to her chin.

She said: "It's really nice of you to come by and check, but I really i have to go back in. Wish I could tell you about the noise, but I didn't hear a thing."

She said: "It must've been the wind."

Must've been the wind?

She said: "It must've been the wind."

One Week Later.

I was lying down on my cold bed. No, I, just couldn't shake the feeling. I couldn't interude because I knew I didn't have all the facts. But I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. So i got up and went downstairs and put my shoes on, walking across the street. I knocked on her door she opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing.

She said: "I think your ears are playing tricks on you."

Her sweater was pulled up to her chin.

She said: "Thanks for caring that's nice of you, but I have to go back in. Wish I could tell you about the noise. But I didn't hear a thing."

I nodded my head and looked back at her.

She said: "It must've been the wind."

Must've been the wind?

She said: "It must've been the wind."

I'm on the roof of the agency my phone playing "Lean on me" just so she knows she can lean on me. I hope she hears the words and knows she'll be okay. My phone playing "Lean on me" just so she knows she can lean on me. When she hears the words i know exactly what

I'll say: "Promise I'm not playing tricks on you. You're always welcome to come in. You can stay for an hour or two if you ever need a friend."

Friend...I don't want to be just her friend.

I'll say: "We can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but till then we'll say it must've been the wind."

Must've been the wind.

I'll say: "It must've been the wind."

One week later.

I heard a knock upon the door so I went towards it to see Y/N. She had tears on her face and a bruise down her arm. I motioned her to come inside. She sat down on the couch and looked down at her hands.

Y/N POV

I was sitting on Endeavors couch crying and looking at my hands. I finally had enough of the fighting. At first our marriage was good. We have a 2 year old together. But after one drunken night everything changed. He started yelling at me accusing me of cheating. I was always faithful I never fell through with people's flirting ir advances. I got so bad he through a glass bottle of beer at me. I thankfully dodged. He'd hit me on the bad nights. I've had enough and I don't need our- my daughter to grow up with that. "He's abusing me. The night you came over when you heard something was him throwing a bottle at me. Thankfully I dodged but he's just so much worse than before our marriage."

Endeavor looked at me and slowly grabbed my hand. "I'm just glad you said something because I was starting to worry about you. Actually I was worried since that night." We started talking next steps and he said to move in with my cousin till I can find something more ideal.

"You want me to move in with Hawks? He's a child with bird wings." He tilted his eyebrow and looked at me "Fine. I'll move in with him. Willow loves her Uncle. She'll be thrilled to see him everyday. I swear she loves him more than me."

#endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #pro hero hawks #pro hero endeavor #mha x y/n #pro hero yn #alec benjamin #bnha x you #enji todoroki

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Thoughts on Spock and T'Pring's new relationship in SNW

{Episode 1x01}

I know its been a few weeks but this has been stuck in my mind this whole time. Soon after the first episode aired I started hearing complaints about how they portrayed Spock and T'Pring in it. As well as concerns about what this means for general Vulcan culture. As someone who watched it and immediately started to work the new information into my broader understanding of Star Trek Lore I thought I'd share with you guys my thoughts on it.

Some of it is an extension on what's already been established in canon and some of it is me attempting to explain things that on first glance seems like it goes against it. And yes, all of these are actual complaints I've seen about the episode.

Oh yes, and if it wasn't obvious: minor spoilers for the episode.

Whats with the Query/Response thing? Its ridiculous.

It's apparently a formal version of small talk. Up to this point, we haven't seen any two Vulcans having a conversation without a distinct purpose. Whereas Spock and T'Pring here are in a public location on their date. Both also belong to families with relatively high status. (Which could imply a sort of high society thing) They seem to have been following some standard courting path this past year. And are also following some standard decorum for conversations in public.

Why is Spock smiling? Why is T'Pring smiling?

I've seen other people try to explain how Spock is freer with his emotions here than in TOS so I won't expand on that. Rather, I think there is a simpler explanation: it's puppy love. What we're seeing is the vulcan version of puppy love. I personally do not hate that the show writers are canonizing the idea that Vulcan relationships can be just as variably romantic as human ones. (They already kinda did if you pay attention to Tuvoks feelings about his wife) Presumably, if they actually had gone through with their marriage they would have eventually adopted the more disciplined state that we're used to.

Werent they already arranged to be married? Why are they proposing now?

Okay, first thing to remember is Spock and T'Pring werent married yet even by Amok Time. The ceremony where Spock went through pon farr was meant to double as a wedding. Don't misunderstand, Vulcan couples don't HAVE to wait till the fever to get married. They can have their wedding whenever they want. Amok Time just showed what happens when they wait too long. Anyway, I believe it's a bit of a misnomer that they are being arranged to be married. I mean, yes, marriage is the eventual goal here. But the ceremony that links their minds does just that. Its supposed to direct their sexual urges to a specific place and keep everything consensual. If they don't have a preset bond, they just pick their own mate. And well, Voyager's episode on the matter shows how well that goes when the partner they chose isn't willing. Thus, it's left up to the couple on whether they want to develop their relationship in a more romantic manner. Or more likely, use the dating period to get to know their future partner and hash out some marriage logistics.

I thought Spock hadnt seen T'Pring since they were bonded as children.

I don't blame you. That's probably what the original writers intended. But they never actually make Spock say outright he hadn't seen her since then.

Why are they kissing like humans? They already have the ozh'esta, they should be doing that.

I've never really liked the whole idea that kissing with your lips is a purely human thing that Vulcans don't do. Especially since A. they can enjoy lip kissing and B. there are many other species in the galaxy that also kiss 'the human way'. Although yeah I'm with you that they should have had them do the vulcan kiss. They definitely missed the mark on that. But I promised I'd explain this stuff so here we go. I have two possible reasons for why they might have done it this way. One is that T'Pring is ceding to Spock's human side (not reluctantly you might note). The other is that lip kissing has a different meaning to Vulcans than the finger touches. We only see it in two contexts both at the other ends of the spectrum. One as a chaste expression of love, the other as an intense expression of lust (or so we assume based on the reactions of those involved). Lip kissing could be an emotional reaction that fits under neither of those categories, or is simply used in a different context than any finger kisses we've seen so far.

Oh, so in Vulcan society, the female is the one who proposes?

Possibly? I dislike the lore restrictions that this take creates, matriarchal society or not. I have a better idea if you wish to hear it. The responsibility of proposing is determined by some other factor in the engagement which would be known to both parties early on. For example, if T'Prings family was the one to approach Spock's with the intention to bond their children. This would fulfill the requirement for formal rule and explain why Spock expected T'Pring to ask the final question. Consider the other two marriage proposals by Vulcans. Koss who approached T'Pol first. And Vorik who also approached B'lanna first.

They can have sex outside of pon farr?

Yes, the writers have confirmed this a long time ago. That's what all the fanfiction from the last 55 years or so has been based around.

Their sex scene came from something out of romcom Hollywood. Shouldnt it be more alien?

Well, to be fair, they didn't get far enough into their intimacy for us to see whether it's truly different from humans. Secondly, I am fascinated to hear what you would suggest as an alternative. Keep in mind that Sarek and Amanda were sexually compatible as well as Trip and T'Pol. So you cant suggest anything not involving either sexual organ. Because I'm pretty sure anything sufficiently alien would bump its rating way too high for mainstream television. And just saying kink is alien sex would be an insult to all of BDSM as well as just as creatively boring as anything else canon trek has done with alien sexuality.

[Crossposted to my Reddit, so don't worry if you see it there]

#star trek #vulcans #vulcan culture #star trek the original series #star trek discovery #star trek strange new worlds #spock #t'pring #pon farr #amok time #strange new worlds spoilers #snw #fandom ramblings

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fizzingwizard · 10 months

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Funny little thought.

From the time I was six till I was about fifteen, my family was entrenched in evangelicalism. From age 10, I started going to the school at my church, which meant I was inundated with religion six out of seven days a week. Only Saturday was free of it. And some days I would get religious lessons at school, go home, then go back to church, which was the school, for evening youth group and stuff. Looking back it just feels like a lot, but.

Somehow I still wiggled out of that mindset and I think a lot of my peers did too, tbh. After all, church is where I learned what different sex acts were and about homosexuality. Not from people saying how evil they were - of course there were plenty of adults doing that, but the kids were all totally unconcerned and eager to shock other kids with what they knew hahaha.

Anyway, there's lots I could talk about, but what I was thinking about today was pretty innocent effect of being required to think of religion and only religion as a valuable pursuit for such a big chunk of childhood. It was about music. I was allowed to read and watch anything that was age appropriate, regardless of whether it was "Christian" enough. My parents would have objected if there had been sex or homosexuality (or rather if they'd known there was those things >_>;), but for the most part it wasn't hard to keep those things private.

Music was different because I played it in my room. On a stereo. Without headphones x'D I did have an mp3 player which I took with my on walks, but the things I liked to dance in my room. Not conducive to wearing headphones. So I would blast music pretty much constantly when I was home. And my options for acceptable music were pretty much: secular music my parents had grown up with and couldn't see anything unacceptable in it, or Christian Contemporary Music (CCM).

Well, I didn't hate my parents' favorite bands, but they weren't very now. So my favorite musicians were artists no one but my best friend had ever heard of. He and I would belt their songs whenever we felt like it, so just imagine two nerdy kids biking up and down the road screeching "JESUS IS THE WAY THE TRUTH THE LIGHT" off-key because we keep going in and out of each other's ear shot xP

These were some of my favorite artists:

Point of Grace

Third Day

Avalon

Rachael Lampa

Casting Crowns

MercyMe

Skillet

Steven Curtis Chapman

ZoeGirl

Rebecca St James

Mark Schultz

V*enna

And so many more that I've forgotten. And I loved them whole-heartedly. I just went through the wikis for some early 2000s WOW Music CDs and literally my heart clenched with nostalgia seeing some of the song titles and artist names that I haven't thought about in so long. It brought back an era of my life that I feel so out of touch with now. It's not that I miss it exactly, but I suppose I miss that naivete and security I had at that age, which was mostly due to being a kid with a pretty decent childhood. It's similar nostalgia that I feel when I think back on high school, or non-school memories before that.

Music gets so wrapped up with memory that no matter what, I can't dislike these CCM artists. Nor can I forget about them. I still listen to a few favorites, especially songs by Point of Grace, which seems like such a weird group to become the favorite of a 10 year old, but me and my best friend were obsessed, like obsessed with them at that age. Bought ever album and knew all the words.

When I listen to those CCM songs now, as an adult, a lot of them don't hold up. We used to get told that "Christian content usually falls short when it's literature or movies, but music is equal to secular stuff." I don't think that's 100% wrong, but it's certainly not as clear a success story as we were told it was. My main beef is with the female artists, many of whom just leaned in so much on purity and abstinence, even while some of them pandered a lot to secular audiences. But it's not just the themes but the lyrics and music itself. V*enna, which as far as I know had only one CD, is just some of the worst music. I liked their album as a kid, but when I listened to it a while back I was just cringing. Really amateurish, so no wonder it didn't go far.

But there's a lot of fun to be had with CCM too, like Audio Adrenaline's rock cover of Little Drummer Boy which still splits my ear drums while making me ask "Why?" And there's the nonsensical conundrum of groups like Skillet or Creed, which some fans who only knew their secular stuff are stunned to learn they were included in Christian music stores. Or Jump5, a tween bobby group which sang about God, made money by putting tracks in Disney movies, and overall existed to make money.

Speaking of money. When I was fourteen, our youth group decided to start a band and I was a vocalist. The band only had one performance. You know why? The pastor at my church LEAPT on the idea because he thought we would get famous and... make lots of money for the church...?? Honestly, we were VERY amateurish, the lead singer I think was decent but very much did not want to be in the band long term, the musicians were so-so, and I was definitely so-so. But the pastor got involved and pressed us to be amazing and to have an amazing band name which I can't remember anymore and well we just flopped. None of us were into the idea but him. If he hadn't gotten dollar signs in his eyes we might've had a bit of fun, which was the only intention. But this was a pastor who was bent on his plan to make the church a mega-church and becime famous for his Idk pastor skills or whatever.

Back to music. So I do still love those artists from my childhood, regardless of how good they are objectively. But I got to wondering, what kind of music would I have been a fan of at that age (early teens) if I hadn't felt like secular stuff was off limits? I did somehow become a fan of Avril Lavigne and I am not even sure how that happened. One year my dad bought me Hilary Duff's first CD, which told me that he had no idea what my music tastes were or that we didn't even pay for the channel her shows were on so I didn't know who she was :P (But I appreciated the effort at bonding lol) That's much cleaner than Avril, at least.

Aside from Avril, I think I probably would have been a My Chemical Romance girl. Honestly, I probably would've been annoying into them if I found them at the right age. But I never heard "Helena" until this year. Fall Out Boy maybe, Green Day? Snow Patrol, Pink, Bjork, Nightwish are some groups I became fans of later, once I was out of the church. Best friend introduced me to Vienna Teng and Tori Amos. I like rock and metal now, but as a teen I didn't much, and I'm trying to think what was popular when I was in high school. I would go to the movies and not recognize any of the songs in them haha.

I just had the funny thought that I could have been so different as a teenager if I'd listened to different music... I bet I'd have been more emo or something lol. Idk, the groups that pop into my mind seem emo.

super nostalgia now whoa

/conversation with teenage fizz haha

#fizz's life #music

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the-pov-of-a-teenage-girl · 8 months

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So yeah…

Hey y’all. This week has been nothing but downright hectic. Its been extremely stressfull. So long story short, something happened between me and a couple of girls who have been bullying me for years, and my parents decided that i’ll be transferring schools.

I visited my high school and they are going to set me up to be unenrolled on Monday. The two schools in mind for my transfer is christian-private school, and a normal private school.

The christian private school is oldy looking, (but obviously that has no take on whether I want to go or not, its just an observation, i’m not that picky,) their classes are very small and my class (juniors) only have 2 hallways worth of classes and that’s it. Their basketball team is really small so they are accepting anyone who’s interested in playing. The christian school is just really throwing me off though, because one of the girls basketball players (that I ironically played with in 8th grade) got pregnant, had a miscarriage, and the baby daddy got shot and died. IKR!! Crazy. That almost makes me feel like they aren’t enforicing a stable and christian environment if something like that is happening.

The normal private school is so beautiful. Their campus is amazing and its so fancy. Plus they have a really good basketball team. I’m going to officially tour the normal private school on Monday, along with meeting their athletic director and their coaches. There is a coffe shop right next to the school, so my mom said if I ended up going there, I could walk there afterschool to study and do homework while I wait to be picked up :)

Monday aswell, I’ll be going to my school to turn in my school issued device and my jersey to my coaches. Not even gonna clean my locker out. They all suck and I literally hate that school. As much as I’d hate to admit it i’m gonna miss my ex. I would always see him in the halls, I’d never talked to him in real life since we were together last year, but I always liked seeing him around. I’m also gonna miss my friends, and the big high school feel. My high school has 2,300 kids, the christian-private school (k-12) has 508 and the normal private school (6-12) has 305.

I’ll update you guys as more and more develops. Thank you all for being so nice and patient. Love you guys!!

Till next time…

XoXo

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kangaroosmile · 2 years

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Something new, Something old - Minsungbin

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description: When Jisung meets Changbin, his break up with Minho, his soulmate, was more than three yeears ago. Jisung finally opens up again, starts to feel again but then Jisung learns that Changbin is dating another man too?

What did Jisung do in his past life to deserve such a life? But maybe its not as bad as he thinks.

pairing: Minsungbin (Lee Know x Jisung x Changbin)

genre: soulmates, polyamory, Minsung are exes, strangers to friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending

word count: ~4k

TW: break up

You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist

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“Well maybe then it would be better if we just break up!”, Minho shouted at him. Shocked. That was how Jisung felt at that moment. Minho never got loud during their fights. He had always been the more composed one.

“Maybe this whole soulmate thing is some bullshit and we just went with it blindly.” Minho's head was all red, his pupils wide. To be honest Jisung didn't even know what had triggered Minho to say that. They had fought many times before but never, never did it lead them to a possible break up. Jisung felt hot tears starting to flow down his cheeks. He didn't want this to end.

“No, what? Minho what are you saying?”, his voice sounded shaky but Minho didn't even look at him.

“This relationship is drowning me, Jisung”, Minho stated and clenched his fists. Jisung felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. “I never felt lonelier than when I'm with you. And we are only fighting and fighting. I can't do that shit anymore.”

"Please, don't do this! We can try to fix this", Jisung begged, trying to stop the older man from walking out of his room, because he knew if Minho was out of his room, he would be out of his life.

"Jisung, don't tell me you don't feel the same." Suddenly Minho was very calm. Slowly he looked up into Jisungs eyes.

"Maybe being soulmates was not enough for us." Then he was out of Jisungs room. Empty. Jisung had never felt more empty than this.

He heard Minho and his mum down in the hallway but he could react. He let it happen. Let Minho walk out of his life like it was the easiest thing he ever did.

That was over 3 years ago. Was it easy? Hell no! It was the hardest time for Jisung but he couldn't change it anymore. It had taken him months, nearly a year to finally move on. Or at least that was what he had told his friends and family because can you really move on from breaking up with your soulmate? But Jisung somehow had to. He had to continue his life. And he didn't wanted this break up to ruin his life. So he didn't, or more so he tried his best to not let the break up ruin his life.

He was currently sitting beside Chan. Chan was a few years older and had only two semesters till he would graduate. They met when one of Jisungs professor's asked him to visit him after his last lecture which happened to be one in which Chan sat too. Out of nowhere the professor started to praise him in front of Chan. All Jisung wanted at that moment was to just disappear but Chan was friendly and to Jisungs surprise, after they both went outside Chan kept talking to him. He did seem interested in him and his talents. And that's how Jisung ended one week later in Chans flat, sitting next to the older man.

"Alright, you told me you had some tracks? Can I maybe listen to a few?" Jisung was quite nervous when he fished his phone out and connected it with Chan's laptop. Carefully Josung watched the older man's reaction to his songs but he couldn't make out whether Chan liked or disliked his demos.

"Our prof wasn't lying when he said you are a genius", Chan muttered after a few songs and nodded in appreciation. Jisung on the other hand felt his cheeks heating up. "I'm telling you Changbin will love your tracks too." Ro say Jisung was confused was an understatement.

"Who is Changbin?", he asked with a frown on his face. Bit Chan just smiled at him.

"Binnie is my roommate, a friend of mine and my partner in the studio. He is majoring in Music & Entertainment." And just as if Changbin knew Chan was talking about him, the door opened.

"Hyung, I'm home", a man with dark hair mumbled. "Oh I didn't know you had somebody over."

"Binnie I told you I would have Jisung over today", Chan started laughing. An amused smile appeared on Jisungs lips and he looked up to the other.

"Are you always this forgetful?", Jisung asked. Now Changbins eyes fell on Jisung and for a moment the older one went silent.

"Yes… No… I mean no I'm usually not this forgetful", Changbin stuttered and then hitted Chan lightly against his shoulder. "Stop laughing hyung!"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry", Chan said, still laughing but held his hands in front of him. "Instead of just standing there you should grab your chair and come sit with us. You want to hear what Jisung created."

"It's not that good. I just played a little", Jisung muttered trying to play down what he created, his ears red as fire.

"Give me a minute", Changbin ignored Jisung and ran out of Chan's room just to come back with his own chair. "Alright let's see what you got."

And that's how he met Changbin. At first Jisung met Changbin just when the three of them met to make music. But then they also met just to spend time together. Mostly at Chans and Changbins flat. They watched movies together, ate pizza and got drunk. Somewhere along the way Jisung started to feel something. Something more than just friendship for Changbin. Falling for Changbin was different from falling for Minho. Falling for Minho was impulsive and fast. Minho was his first love and then also his soulmate.

Falling for Minho was going out at 1 a.m. to eat ramen at a convenience store.

Falling for Minho was waking up to the smell of fresh eggs and coffee.

Falling for Changbin on the other side was different.

Falling for Changbin was slow and subliminal.

Falling for Changbin was sitting next to him on Chans and Changbins sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket and playing Mario kart.

Falling for Changbin was listening to Changbins lyrics he wrote at 4 a.m. in the morning when he had a sudden inspiration rush.

Falling for them was different, because they were different people but at the same time it felt similar.

Jisung never thought Changbin could feel the same till he got asked to go on a date. At first he didn't respond to Changbin, who was starting to get all nervous.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. Let's just forget that I asked you", the older one spoke with a shaking voice and wiped eyes.

"I don't want to forget that", Jisung then told him with a shy smile on his lips. "I just never thought you would like me and ask me to go on a date with you." Immediately Changbins whole face lit up and he made his shoulders firmer.

"I'm sorry I waited so long but you will not regret it", the older one smiled and Jisung could even see his eyes all shiny.

"So what did you have in mind for our date?", Jisung asked with a soft voice. Now Changbin started to stutter and his ears started to get all red. "You didn't think of anything did you?"

"I didn't think you would say yes… I thought I could think about it as soon as you said yes." Slowly Jisung touched Changbins hand and smiled.

"We could go to the amusement park."

"Oh yes that sounds like an amazing idea!"

Jisungs and Changbins first date was amazing. So was their second, third, fourth and fifth date. Jisung can still remember their third date. They went to a karaoke bar, sang their hearts out and when they got hungry they ate at a restaurant. Later that night, Changbin walked Jisung home and in front of Jisungs house the older one kissed Jisung. Jisung liked kissing the older man. Changbin made Jisung feel safe and loved.

It was their sixth date. They were walking through the olympiapark and somewhere along the way Changbin slid his hand into the other one's. Jisung hasn't felt that happy for years and he knew today was the day he would ask Changbin to be his boyfriend. He thought about it a lot but in the end he knew he was ready for a relationship again. He was not over Minho, he would probably never be, but Changbin made him feel alive again.

"Hyung, let's sit down somewhere a little bit less crowded." He felt Changbins eyes on him but he chose to ignore it for just a moment. When they sat down, Jisung started to play with the hem of his shirt. He didn't even know why he was this nervous. He liked Changbin and Changbin liked him and the older man never mentioned he would not get into a relationship.

"Calm down Jisung", Changbin muttered and placed his hands over Jisungs. Jisung breathed in and out for a few times before he looked up to Changbin.

"You know hyung, you make me feel safe and… and loved", Jisung started slowly. "And I like your time together. We been to six dates already and we are spending so much time even out of these dates and I was wondering…" He took a deep breath. "I was wondering whether we could go the next step?" Slowly he looked up to find Changbins glance but Changbin was not looking happy as Jisung expected him to react. He looked somewhat conflicted.

"Jisung, I think I need to be honest with you." Jisungs heart stopped and he felt like throwing up. "I'm seeing someone else too."

"What?"

"I'm seeing another person too and I like him." Jisung was speechless. He couldn't believe what he just heard. And there he thought he could become happy again. Slowly he stood up. "Jisung, wait! I can explain!" But all Jisun could do was shaking his head.

"I don't want to hear it. I can't", he whispered and held up his hands. "You know, I thought I finally found someone I could find happiness with again. Someone I could trust and can be honest with but I guess I was wrong. I will go now and please don't follow me. I don't have the strength to go through this right now." He didn't even look into the older ones' eyes. And Changbin, because he knew he fucked up, stayed silent and just watched Jisung walk away.

On his way home, it started to rain but Jisung didn't care about it. It sounded cliche, walking in the rain after his heart got broken again, but he didn't care about it. When he got home, he went straight into his bathroom and under his shower. When the warm water started to fall on him, a loud sob escaped his lips. All he wanted was to get rid of his heart. To pull it out of his chest so it would not fall in love again and get broken. Maybe he was just not worthy of love. Maybe it was better to stay alone. He wondered what he had done in a past life to be hurt like this in his current one.

He didn't know how much time had passed as he stood in his shower but eventually he got out and layed down on his bed. He felt strangely empty and so, so tired that he fell asleep very fast.

He was pulled out of his not very good sleep when his bell rang like there was no tomorrow. Slowly he got up and walked with soft legs towards his door. A small whimper left his throat because his whole body ached. For a second he checked what he was wearing, luckily it was a big hoodie and shorts. But when he opened it, he wished he hadn't opened it.

"Jisung", Changbin muttered but Jisung slammed the door in front of him. "Jisung, please open the door, I need to talk to you!" Changbins voice was quite loud and Jisung was afraid his neighbours would get angry, so he opened his door again.

"Stop being so loud! You will get me in trouble", the younger man hissed and pulled Changbin in.

"It was not my intention to get you in trouble", Changbin explained and gave Jisung an apologetic look. "Did I wake you up?"

"Why are you here, Changbin?", Jisung asked, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"I made a mess yesterday and I want to explain everything to you. So please let me", Changbin answered. Biting his lip, Jisung looked up. He felt tired. So tired.

"I don't think I can do that."

"Please Jisung. You are important to me, I don't want to lose you. Please let me explain", the shorter man begged, his breath faster than before.

"Then why did you meet up with another man?" Jisung was surprised by his own loud voice. "Why did you play with me like that?" He didn’t want it but he could feel warm tears roll down his cheeks.

"Jisung please believe me I never played with you", Changbin was standing in front of the younger man now. "I should have told you earlier but it was easy this way and I'm sorry." Jisung stayed still because he didn't know what to say.

"What do you know about poly-relationships?"

"When there are more than two people I a relationship?", Jisung answered with a sniff. A small smile appeared on Changbins lips.

"You are right. And I'm not a person for monogamy. I should have been honest with you. The other man I date now also knows that I'm dating you."

"So you like the other guy?"

"As much as I like you", Changbin explained.

"You are such an asshole, you know that? You should have told me earlier." Changbin looked hurted but nodded.

"I guess that's true", he muttered. "I'm sorry, Jisung. Please believe me." Jisung took a deep breath.

"I believe you", Jisung whispered. "But it still hurted." Slowly Changbin closed the distance between the two of them.

"Is it alright if I hug you?" Jisung nodded softly, then even though he was still hurt by Changbins actions he needed somebody to hold him. Needed somebody to comfort him. When he felt Changbins strong arms wrapped around him, his legs stopped working and he nearly fell on the floor but Changbin held him. He pressed his wet cheeks against the shoulder next to him and cried. Somehow Changbin got them into Jisungs living and bedroom and they sat down on the sofa. It took a while till Jisung calmed down. He felt Changbins hand that was carrying his back.

"I want to meet him", Jisung whispered after a long while.

"What?" Changbin looked at him with big eyes.

"I want to meet the other man in your life or is that too much?" Softly Changbin shook his head and a light smile appeared on his lips.

"Of course you can meet him. I wanted that too but I thought I would ask you that later", he confessed. "You know, it would be so nice if you two get along and maybe like each other too but first let's meet all together." Changbin leaned forward and placed a short kiss on Jisungs forehead.

"I will write to him and maybe we can meet next week?"

"Sounds good to me", Jisung muttered, hugging Changbin tighter.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Howl's moving castle."

"Of course. Maybe I will understand it, after watching the movie the fourth time", Changbin laughed and turned the tv on.

The next Friday, Jisung stood in front of Changbins and Chan's flat. Chan had left the flat earlier to visit his boyfriend over the weekend. Jisung was nervous. Really nervous. He felt like throwing up. His hands were sweaty. With flowers in one and some nice chocolate in the other he took a long deep breath before he pressed the bell. From the inside he heard two men talking. In the next second the door opened. He expected Changbin but not…

"Minho?", Jisung gasped. Minho was staring back at him, probably as shocked as Jisung.

"Jisung, you are too early. Minho and I cooked dinner. Well Hyung did most of it. It still needs about half an hour but come in." As Jisung didn't react, Changbin pulled him in. "You look good", Changbin muttered then and kissed him on one of his cheeks.

"Jisung this is Minho, I met him in a café where he worked at that time. Minho this is Jisung, I met him through Chan. We are making music together", Changbin introduced the two. Both of them stayed silent.

"Are these for me?", Changbin asked, gesturing towards the flowers Jisung brought with him.

"Yes the flowers are for you but the chocolate is for… for Minho", he explained. "I thought it would be nice to have a little gift." His hands were shaking when he held the chocolate out. Slowly Minho's fingers wrapped around the chocolate.

"It's my favorite."

"It still is?" These words escaped Jisungs lips before he could stop himself.

"Alright what is happening here? Can someone please explain?", Changbins glance jumped between Jisung and Minho. Slowly Minho's eyes shifted towards Changbin.

"We should talk about it in the living room", the oldest of the three said and Changbin nodded.

A few minutes later they all sat in the living room. Minho took a deep breath and looked at Jisung for a moment, as if he asked for permission to explain their past. Jisung on the other hand looked down at his fingers.

"Do you remember when I told you about my soulmate?"

"Of course", Changbin muttered, still confused. "But what does that have to do with Jisungie?"

"I'm his soulmate", Jisung then answered softly.

"What?" Changbin was out of breath. "Are you two joking, Hyung?" Changbin was staring at Minho. For a moment Minho closed his eyes and then with a smile that looked so bitter he shook his head.

"We are not joking, Changbin. Jisung and I were in a relationship years ago. He is the one I told you about."

"I-", Changbin breathed out. "I think I need a minute." And with that Changbin is out of the living room.

"I didn't believe I would ever see you again." Minho's words lingered in the air. Slowly Jisung looked up.

"Me neither."

"I know it's way too late for this", the older man started after another second. "But the decisions I made were the worst I ever made. Breaking up with you was the most stupid thing I ever did. I thought I would help us but I only made it worse didn't I?" Jisung wanted to tell him he was fine. That the break up was actually the best thing that could happen. For a split second he wanted to hurt Minho but he couldn't. Because even though Minho was the one that broke up with him, it had been probably as hard for Minho as it had been for him. He thought he would be happy to hear, that Minho suffered too but it only hurt him.

"I started to feel happy again and started to live my life when I met Changbin. He helped me become myself again but before that I was a mess to be honest", confessed Jisung.

"Isn't it crazy? How he walked in both our lives and helped us pick up the pieces I created?"

"We both created them, Hyung", Jisung whispered. For a long time he didn't want to acknowledge it but he had also been a part of their relationship. Maybe Minho was the one that broke up but Jisung wasn't innocent in the whole process. "I was also part of this relationship and I didn't do anything. I just watched us fall apart. It was not just your fault." Jisung could see Minho tearing up. It was really rare to see him like this. Even back when they were still together, Minho never cried in front of him.

"I always felt so guilty," Minho whispered. "Thank you, Jisung." Carefully Jisung placed one hand on Minhos and squeezed it.

"Changbin is making me happy and I don't want to lose him." Jisung nodded. He felt the same.

"I don't want to lose him too. We will make it work."

Suddenly they heard a loud scream coming from the kitchen.

"Changbin", Minho muttered and both of them jumped up to run to Changbin. Changbin was on the ground, whimpering and trying to get rid of his shirt.

"What is he doing?", Jisung asked, terrified. Minho didn't answer him and helped Changbin take off his shirt. His body was already sweaty, his shoulder muscles tense.

"Hyung, look", Jisung whispered, gesturing towards Changbins left shoulder. Next to Changbins own Soulmate mark, two more marks started to form. One Jisung has known all his life because it was his own and the other one was the mark he kissed thousands of times. "He is our soulmate." Now he started to feel it too, the burning pain on his left shoulder but it was nothing new. He felt it when Minho and he confessed their love for each other and their soulmate marks appeared. Still he could somehow handle the pain but Changbin had two soulmate marks that appeared at the same time.

"It's burning", Minho hissed and pressed his eyes together for a moment but when he heard Changbin whimper once more he walked up to him and took him into his arms. While Minho tried to calm Changbin down, Jisung filled up a glass of water and grabbed a towel he got wet. Now Changbin was laying against Minho, still breathing heavily but his soulmate mark was finished. Carefully Jisung started to rub the sweat from Changbins body and placed the towel on his new soulmate mark afterwards.

"Drink something, Hyung", he whispered and held the glass in front of Changbind lips.

"It's over now, you did so well Binnie. The mark will heal within a few days and you will forget the pain", Minho muttered, while he carried Changbins cheek.

"Why did it hurt so much?"

"Probably because you got two marks", Jisung muttered, sitting down next to the other two men.

"What?" Changbin sat up with big eyes and a wide open mouth. Minho couldn't hold back his laugh.

"When soulmates choose their soulmate they get a soulmate mark."

"But why did it appear now? I don't understand. I thought I would lose you both because you were in a relationship", Changbin whispered.

"Because we don't want to lose you and decided we will make it work."

"You know, maybe that's why we never felt completed. Because a part of our soulmate bond was not there yet", Minho mumbled, looking towards Jisung. Jisung felt tears starting to form in his eyes. It made sense now.

"Don't cry!" Jisung felt Changbins hand softly carrying his cheek.

"My heart is in chaos right now. It's just very much at once", he muttered. Suddenly he was pulled into them by Minho. He felt one of Minhos and Changbins arms around him. Jisung let himself fall into their embrace.

"Does that mean I have two boyfriends now?", Changbin asked, sounding tired. The youngest of the three looked up to Minho, searching for dislike but there was non.

"Obviously you dummy", Minho laughed, rolling his eyes but got serious the next second. "Jisung and I have a history we can not ignore, there was a lot of pain but I think we are willing to work on this, starting over again because we want to be happy with you. Happy in this relationship."

"Never knew you could be such an emotional talker", joked Changbin which made Jisung laugh.

"I will feed you tissues."

"I'm not Hyunjin, Hyung. You can threat Hyunjin but not your boyfriend!" Suddenly Minhos ears turned red and he started to giggle while he avoided meeting their eyes.

"I think you broke him", said Jisung laughing.

"Oh shut up, Jisungie!"

Sitting there with Minho and Changbin felt familiar but different at the same time. But it felt good. Jisung thought, yes they could make it work. They could be happy again. They could start over again.

First he looked at Minho and then at Changbin for a moment and yes, they could do it, Jisung was sure about that.

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