#Baguette Express

[hyunverse]

when you know, you know ☆ hwang hyunjin.

hyunjin x gn! reader. fluff. hurt comfort. no warnings.

wc: 800 words.

song: margaret by lana del rey.

in the darkness of the night, he asks for your reassurance. super soft hyune.

“Why do you love me?”

Hyunjin whispers, his voice hushed akin to a nightingale’s, it blends with the darkness of the night. You feel his body shift closer towards you, his warmth blanketing you better than the cotton duvets could. 

He waits, and you swallow as you try to put your words together. Hyunjin hasn’t been feeling the best, constantly letting his mind drift as his eyes stare at the wall. You know that with the right words, he’ll hopefully pull away from the awful headspace. 

“Well,” you mumble, inching closer towards him to the point he could smell the mint in your breath. “I like the way your eyes light up whenever we visit your favourite bakery and you see that your favourite baguette’s fresh from the oven. When you run around with Kkami in your backyard and desperately try to get his kisses.”

You pause, looking up at him to catch sight of his softened expressions. 

“I like it when we visit your parents and your mom lets you taste her food. You tend to dance around and giggle. It’s cute. I also love the way your eyebrows scrunch when you observe your painting. Or when you spill coffee on your shirt and pout at yourself.”

All of the words spill from your mouth in one breath — seamlessly, like you’ve memorized all of them and have been waiting for someone to ask. It leaves Hyunjin speechless.

“So,” his voice trails, “You love me for just me? Not for what I can give, but for me?”

You nod, reaching a hand out to push his bangs off his forehead, then lean in to kiss. 

“Of course, I also like you for what you have to give. It’s like an added bonus. Ultimately, I love you for you and your little things.”

Hyunjin could only weep. A rivulet of tears traces down his cheeks as he sniffles. Through his tears, he tries to speak.

“I thought,” he sobs, “I’ll only be loved if I give something — if I keep giving. I didn’t know I could be loved for just me.”

The confession has your heart aching — like somebody had ripped your heart from your chest and squeezed it dry. Your hands reach to his face and wipe away his tears, but the tears keep coming. So, you wrap your arms around his neck and cradle him, and he nuzzles his face into your shoulder like he wants to hide away from the world. 

“My baby,” you comfort him. His demeanours since the past week suddenly made sense — the extra hours he’d spend in the studio and coming home long after dusk. Seungmin telling you that he’d been staying back even after all the members had left. “Is that why you’ve been working so hard?”

You could feel him nod, and so you reach to his nape and gently massage — an attempt to comfort him. You wish you could do more. You’d take away all his pain and endure it by yourself if you could.

“You don’t have to push yourself too much, my baby,” you whisper, “I’m proud of you even if all you did was breathe.” 

At that, Hyunjin pulls away. He looks into your eyes, his own a pale red. 

“How did you know that you love me?”

You smile. Gently, you squeeze his shoulder. He could feel the affection in the action.

“I just knew.”

"You... just knew?" he repeats your words like a pre-schooler learning ABCs for the first time.

A fragment of your memory comes into mind — of the first time you told him you love him. Hyunjin was biting into a footlong baguette in his favourite cafe, happily dancing in his seat. The smile that plastered across his visage at the time was huge, it reached his ears and formed crescents under his eyes.

People say that it’s not hard to realize that you’re in love with someone. The feeling either hits you hard, or it seeps into your bones gently. Either way, you’d know. 

When you know, you know. 

You knew, then. 

“When you bit into that footlong baguette in the cafe, I just knew. I was in love with you.”

This time, Hyunjin smiles. Like moonlight that brightens darkness, he smiles. Like you just put up stars in the sky for him. 

Hyunjin remembers it too. It’s not easy to forget the memory, of how he stopped in his tracks and stared at you. How his heart fluttered in his chest and realization seeped into his bones, prompting him to tell you that he loves you too.

Another tear cascades down his cheek but this time, it’s from happiness. You giggle, reaching out to wipe the tear and to press a kiss on his nose. 

“I love you, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin looks at you like it's the first time someone has ever told him that.

“Say that again, please.”

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[snghnlvr]

birthday cake. / park sunghoon

synopsis : you noticed that your neighbor is alone on his birthday.

includes : 720 words | fluff | strangers to friends??

extra : damn this is the shortest drabble i have written lol | supportive mother ;) | this is very rushed sunghoon drabble because i wanna post for his birthday lol (happy birthday bf<3) | i don’t expect much tbh ….lol enjoy :3

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

your neighbor is alone for his birthday.

your head leaning onto your window frame, you stared at the boy on his desk doing homework.

it was night time, the air outside bought a cold feeling to your skin despite wearing a pajama set. even if clothes, you’re still shivering like a cat. but nothing defeats the feeling than being alone for your birthday. you felt utterly bad.

your parents started off your day by saying, “it’s sunghoon’s birthday today. sohee’s son.” your dad tossed you milk for your cereal. you muttered a thanks before familiarizing yourself who sunghoon is.

sunghoon moved into your neighborhood in the summer of this year. the first time your parents and yourself greeted him, you can’t deny that his looks definitely caught your eye. you agree that he’s hella attractive.

he looked nerdy with glasses on and was (still is) undoubtedly quiet. but as time passed on, you sometimes would have the opportunity to say hi and good mornings on the bus stop, on the way to school. sunghoon would reply back before moving his eyes to his phone. his social battery easily gets drained. you would later found out when your mother told you from the talks her and sohee would have.

both of you went to different schools so you wonder how’s he’s doing since he moved.

so technically you’re friends but you don’t think sunghoon knows that.

you stared at the disappointment in front of you. you pursed your lips together with your arms crossed as you wonder what kind of homework he’s working on. or better yet, thinking.

isn’t he supposed to be celebrating? what is this loser (respectively) doing homework for?

“staring at the boy?”

you jumped, almost screaming out loud at the sudden voice by your door. you swore that your heart tried to break free out of your rib cage.

you recognized that it was your mom’s but it felt like it was from a line out of a movie - where it’s the last moments of death.

you turned around with an annoyed expression. your mom grinned slyly with a fruit bowl in her hand. she settled the bowl in your desk as you happily skipped over, grabbing the fork that stabbed a strawberry and deliciously consume the sweetness and freshness.

“i wasn’t staring..” you muttered, finishing your strawberry. “i’m curious as to why he’s not celebrating when it’s his birthday.” you stabbed whatever you wanted to eat next: a grape.

“sunghoon?” your mom asked. you nodded, slipping a chair in to relax. “i believe his parents went out for a business trip.”

your eyes bulged out, even feeling more pity that his parents weren’t here for his birthday. “wait really?” you were genuinely surprised. “what about his friends? doesn’t he have any with that look of his?” your tone became bitter towards the end.

your mom shrugged, not knowing as well. “i think we still have cake from last night that hasn’t been eaten yet.” your mom gave you an idea.

“the paris baguette one?” your mom nodded. “share some with sunghoon.” your mother smiled before leaving your room.

-

you arrived at the doorstep of sunghoon’s home with an uneaten paris baguette cake that came with plates, knives and forks, candles and a match. you were kind of nervous because this might be the first time interacting with sunghoon.

your heart was beating out of nervousness that you might just drop the cake and hide in the bushes to see if sunghoon would take it without hesitation. but that’s just dumb-

your thoughts disappeared when the door opened and you saw sunghoon still in his school uniform. his eyes also widened, intrigued to see you with a cake in your hands. well, especially you.

“uh..” you looked down at sunghoon, admiring how he looked good in his uniform before looking up at him. he was blinking, waiting for a response.

sunghoon noticed your stare. he heard whisper to yourself, “you’re tall…” and he then realized how short you are when he looked down on you. “you’re short.” he bluntly replied.

“w-what?” your heart stammered when you heard him, looking at him dumbfounded. he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow like a cocky person. acting like he didn’t say anything.

then you cleared your throat.

“wanna help me finish this cake?” you mentally palmed yourself at your own words that just randomly spilled out on its own.

sunghoon’s lips curled up, almost like a smile at your words. your heart felt lighter at his reaction. he looked at you, nodded. “yeah.” he invited you inside his home, making you excited to share the cake.

[snenbubs]

I have to do EVERYTHING myself. Tell me, you guys, why nobody is simping for Mammon??? He is hawt and i lobe him so here are some Mammon (Helluva Boss) x GN Reader headcannons :] Jst sm romantic stuff 🫠

Its all lowk ooc cuz he's an asshole but I'm delulu so lets go.

♡ I need to be honest w/ you guys, he's the sin of greed. This man is an inherently selfish lover. But its okay it checks out.

♡ With that, he's a very greedy lover and he wants all of you whenever he can;

- Hands are always on you, and he has four of them! All the better to hold you with, seriously, one hand will be wrapped securely around your waist whilst the other rests atop of your head.

- I reckon he'd be fond of carrying you, I mean, he's HUGE, and assuming that you're an average sized demon, shark, hellhound or sinner or whatever you are, he's gonna tower over you like a baguette to a croissant. But he wants your face close to his. The solution to this? Hold. When he's not busy, your in his arms, or on his shoulder.

- His persona is very touchy feely so he can get away with a lot of this in public! And I think he's a big fan of PDA. He likes asserting the fact that you are his, he's quite possesive in that aspect.

♡ In addition to this, webs;

- The giant spider has webs.

- HE HAS WEBS.

- His webs are a weird sort of pride, when he sees them on you. He's one of the only demons who can make them, and so when they're on you, its essentially a statement of possesion.

- Its nothing too 'out there' maybe just a bracelet, or a necklace, or a hairtie (if you have hair 🧑‍🦲) But its somewhere people can see.

- If someone tries to flirt with you whilst your wearing it then he has an excuse to get all pissy.

- He isn't against tying you up if the two of you are having a moment and you try to get away. Whatever else you need to do, it can wait. He's the king of greed and he wants to indulge.

♡ He's enjoys having everything, but he also enjoys YOU having everything so expect to be bathed in lavish gifts and prizes;

- Most of the time he won't be able to go with you personally, so he'll send one of his assistants to take you shopping.

Only the best places for you.

- He knows exactly what you like too! He has a person who keeps track of all the things you like, follows you around and takes note of the things you appear interested in. This has lead to a few Birthdays where you were shocked to find a gift you hadn't even mentioned to Mammon yet.

♡ There is never a moment where you may feel he doesn't love you. Ever since he asserted himself into your life, it has been made extremely clear;

- He's very busy and doesn't always have the time for you, so, whenever he is free he ensures you will be at his side.

- He's good at hiding his feelings but he'll slip up, quite often actually, when it comes to you. He'll find himself staring, in awe, at your astounding presence.

- He's not good with his words, though, he never knows what to say to you, or how to express his feelings so its the gestures that count. Mostly buying you things, as I said before, but it gets the point across.

RAAAHH I LOVE HIM

[seattlesellie]

i need bbf!ellie pretending not to be turned on in front of your brother when you come downstairs after waking up without a bra on, all you have on is a short tank top and tiny shorts.

<3

mean slightly loserish bbf!ellie <3

she dips another piece of semi-stale baguette into her perfecfly runny eggs, and shoves it in her mouth. she chews, and then—

stupidly tight tank top, stupidly short shorts (an offensive piece of fabric, really), a stupidly cute smile and a stupidly adorable “g’morning guys!”

oh, fuck you.

she chokes.

“ayo, you good?” your brother chuckles, and pats her lightly on the back.

“yeah, m’fine man” she huffs, and when you turn around to open the fridge, oh great— your ass is poking through, and suddenly she lost her appetite and all she really wants to do is take a fucking ice shower.

you turn to face them, and as your brother steals a raspberry from her plate, you roll your eyes. “you guys can say good morning back, so fucking rude sometimes”

“morning…” he lazily hums, throwing the raspberry directly in his mouth.

you look at ellie, where’s your very deserved good freaking morning?

oh, she wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to the wall behind you. if she looks— oh hell no.

she shifts her eyes towards your form, and apparently— your tits greet her before your eyes do. she quickly looks up at your soft expression, and she feels like a goddamn 13 year old ellie again. a crimson blush creeps up on her cheeks, and… is it hot in here? she feels hot. like she’s burning up, like she just swallowed a rock.

“ellie?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting for that damn greeting.

“huh?”

“good morning?”

“yeah”

she takes the glass of water in her hand and she chugs it. when you slightly lift your hands up— to sip on your coffee, your shirt rides up and she notices that a tiny fragment of your thong pokes through from the sides of your pajama shorts. she nearly goddamn choked again. truly, from the bottom of her heart, fuck you.

“soccer outside?” your brother asks, oh so blissfully unaware of whatever the hell is going on.

“yeah, give me a minute… gotta finish it up”

he raises a curious brow, “but you ate all of it”

“yeah well, gotta dip the bread so,” she stammers. you roll your eyes and she sees. roll them one more time and she’ll—

“k, i’m outside”

he walks away, budging your shoulder. “ow!”

“eat shit”

“asshole”

ellie’s not speaking, like— at all. she’s barely breathing if she’s being honest. she should be bothering you by now, complaining about how gross you are for drinking that coffee, in her words; shit-water, telling you that you have a tiny spot on your nose that you have to wipe off and then bump your palm into it or some other stupid stunt. except, she doesn’t.

why is she still here? why doesn’t she just go?

it’s awfully silent and her breath hitches down her throat when you lean on the counter with your elbows, and she swears she just almost got a peak. she averts her look again, and clenches her jaw.

“how do you tolerate him?” you question. again, no comment. is she sick? coming down with the summer flu or something?

“or…” you’re pushing it, you know you are.

“how does he tolerate you?” you smile like you just won an NBA trophy. she plays with her fork and stares you down.

“actually how do both of you tolerate each other? this has to be like… a harvard experiment or something”

its her turn to smirk now, and tilt her head to the side. you shudder, for some reason. she still doesn’t respond.

“are you sick?” she must be, where’s the snarky comment?

the only sound that fills the room is the sound of the refrigerator running and the fork that she uses to trace small lines on the ceramic plate with.

she gets up, still not breaking eye contact. your nipples poke through the shirt, and it’s killing her. come up with something, quick.

“are you cold?” she huffs, raspy and deep.

“what?” you respond quietly, small.

“just askin’ because…”

she points at your nipples, moving her finger side to side.

“because it looks like you’re cold”

your whole body stiffens up and it feels like you’re gonna die. worse. it feels like you’re burning up in front of her. you’re standing there, like a mummy.

she walks off, chuckles under her breath, and then she turns around. she doesn’t say anything, but oh god did she want to.

oh, there she is.

[dizzybizz]

baguette but three different versions because i couldn't settle on one

i hate these losers so much did you know that they occupy a normal amount of my brainspace

a lil close-up on the faces bc i really like lynn's expression hereasgghsfafgafsghafadfghashsahgdf

[elsewhereuniversity]

On behalf of a group of students who you once helped, and who would prefer to remain anonymous, I offer you an unmaking for any three objects in your safekeeping, within reason. Unmaking is slower than destruction, but much safer and more reliable. I cannot unmake living beings. I will only unmake sentient objects that attempt to or express a desire to harm people. I cannot unmake the fabric of reality. I can unmake memories but I do not recommend this. If you have anything that is impossible to destroy, consider having it unmade instead.

There is no better unmaker than me. I unmade the King of the Burning Peak's cursed crown and Alder Hill Fort and the Buried Eye.

There is no need to take up this offer immediately. If there are more things you want unmade afterwards my prices are reasonable. I prefer payment in gold. I am also happy to recklessly destroy anything for free if it burns well. This is how the Burning Peak got its name.

- Hawthorn of the High Tower of the Burning Peak of the Louring Mountains

Three charms for you, Unmaker Hawthorn, which I have turned over and over and over before surrendering them to your care:

A stolen baguette-cut aquamarine, each facet showing a sliver of a different, desperate face, faint as a reflection in a dark window. I do not know who the poor souls trapped within are, nor how many they number, but I can find no way to free them. Unmaking it may do the trick, or it may destroy them. From the agony conveyed in those contorted expressions, I think either might be preferable to letting it continue to exist.

A handmirror of rose-gold, the back decorated with ornate Victorian memento mori imagery. Looking upon yourself in this mirror kills your reflection, viscerally, before your eyes. Subsequent viewings show only your own corpse, rotting away. Your reflection in other mirrors becomes just out-of-time after, and I don't think any possible good can come of it.

A ship in a bottle, a splintered wreck on the verge of sinking, born up on a sloshing sea of what seems for all intents and purposes to be dark, opaque venous blood. I do not want it, I do not want to look at it, I do not want to know it exists any longer.

[hyallulonelyhime]

BEHIND THE BOWS: bread-chan.

While browsing for my fandom post, I came across an interesting poster.. this is the story of bread-chan, who had 1 dream.

She expressed her feelings openly, but maybe a bit too much, as her friend also submitted a secret the very same day.

It seems the friend was very tired of hearing about this. Nonetheless, shouldn't friends support each other's dreams?

Look, it made her cry. The very next post, she had to find out about this betrayal. It isn't stupid to want to be a baguette themed lolita. Nothing is too silly for our frills. She had supporters, though.

But our protagonist's soul had developed like yeast. Instead of blossoming and flowering, bread chan floured into her anger.

Ouch! Unfortunately for us, I don't think any of the other posts were made by bread-chan.. but her ambition never died. The rest of the year, other posts continued to discuss the bread coord.

Maybe we didn't have a bread dress, but some tried offering comfort..

There seemed to be hope.

And other fashions were already on it.

Close, but still so far!

finally, it ends on this bittersweet note..

I hope bread-chan never left, because..

The Black Ribbon made this corgi bread print.

and we can count on chinese indie brands to deliver weird concepts.

14th Garden 姑娘来买块面包吧 JSK

waa, i feel hungry.. what a happy ending.

[r-aindr0p]

Pls taught me the ways of french people (for oc characterization purposes)

Here's a few things that came to mind about Frenching around. Of course it's more thant that. (The noises when french thing flips the crepe and messes up are not part of the angry noises right below, just other everyday noises)

Like in Italy and Switzerland we have tons of different cheeses and have a sense of pride about it kinda. I know I'm picky with cheese and really not into cheddar for example because it has little to no taste imo.

Cuisine and pastry is also important, as there are many many different recipes that vary from region to region.

Protest marches are something very french too, as well as going on strikes before discussing any matter (train and railway station staff are regurlarly on strikes tbh, and we then complain about it but we're also used to it)

We have a national grandpa sport called "pétanque" you mostly see the old guys playing it in the southern regions of France, it's a game where you throw metal balls and yours has to land as close as possible to a smaller red ball placed a few meter in front of you.

Being french includes so many things since like in every countries there are regional accents and dialects that come with their own expressions and more.

But basically French people like good cuisine, they complain often, rip off and eat the end part of their freshly purchased baguette on the way home, go on strikes and protest, oh and we hate our president of course.

Also some french ppl are making fun of others struggling with out words that have 2364300 silent letters but really most of us here are so bad at speaking english.

Other French ppl feel free to add character info if some come to your mind !

[olderthannetfic]

Since we're doing controversial baked good opinions: I'm convinced that the people who insist gluten free (GF) breads are "really good now!" have just been dxed for so long that they no longer remember what the texture of bread is like, haha.

The only good GF breads are ones that have been so packed full of nuts and seeds that you can't tell the 'bread' has the texture of crumbly cake, and that's more of a disguise than a true textural improvement. Expressing my feelings about this usually get me sent 6 different recipes or recommendations for "no, no, it's actually really good this time, honest!!" bread and they have always been exactly as bad LOL.

The best GF baked goods, cakes, etc., are just the things that aren't intended to contain gluten-containing grains in the first place—regular flourless cakes made of nut meal, flourless cheesecake varieties, almond biscotti, etc. Anything in which you have to substitute the textural impact of gluten development for some other thing... it's so much worse.

--

I've had some gluten free pastries that weren't bad. The bread... well... it's improving. I think they're up to the point where they can replicate certain types of bread fine, but I have yet to see anything equaling a good baguette or breads of that type.

...

I wonder what time mariposa is open till today. This requires investigation.

[bob-mirum]

your art is really amazing! i love how much expression you put in and they always turn out so beautiful!! i was wondering if u could do demo and masc anon, maybe something fluffy or steamyy ? tyy <3 sending you a dozen baguettes tied together by a bow in thanks

I hope I understood you correctly """" Also thanks, tee-hee

[dragon-kazansky]

Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

Now awake, it is time to rebuild The Dreaming. The Corianthian is still loose in The Waking World, and Morpheus is trying to make up for lost time. Your husband has a lot to learn.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Death. Episode heavy toward the end of the chapter, but I love this episode, so I hope you don't mind.

Chapter Five - A day with Death

☆☆☆

"What do you mean you spoke to Death?" Dream asks, looking at you. You were sitting on his throne going through some more books with Lucienne when you brought it up.

"Exactly that. I spoke to your sister."

"Why?" He asks, his brow furrowing slightly. He sometimes looked rather cute when he was confused.

"A lot of things have changed in the last hundred years. I think it will do you some good to spend time with your sibling."

He still looked confused.

"Do it for me, Morpheus? Is she not your favourite of the family? Please go meet her."

He sees the expression in your eyes and knows he can't say no.

"Come with me?"

You sigh softly. "That wasn't my idea."

"Please?"

You look at him. You see the desperation that flickers through those blue eyes. He is eager to have you by his side.

"I will go with you to meet her, but I think you should have some one-on-one time with her. You could learn a lot."

Morpheus seems to relax slightly. You can see the way the tension leaves his shoulders. You know it's only because he is reluctant to be away from you for long, but you're more than sure he will not be taken from you again.

"What will you do?" He asks.

"There is an errand I must run. Something your sister has asked of me."

"What sort of errand?" His brows knit together again. You chuckle softly.

"Just a little favour."

"Fine. You'll come with me to meet her?"

You nod. Morpheus seems happy enough with that. You close the book that had been resting in your lap and rise from the throne. Lucienne takes the books back, and you take your husband's hand.

Morpheus and yourself head to the Waking World.

☆☆☆

The sight of Morpheus sitting on a park bench with half a baguette in his hand was a funny picture. He looked like he would rather be anywhere else right now. You said nothing to him, watching him feed the birds.

Death slowly walked over and sat down beside him. You smiled at her. She smiled back. Her eyes then turned to her brother.

"What you doing?" She asks him.

"I'm feeding the pigeons."

"You do that too much, you know what you get? Fat pigeons."

You smile softly.

"That's from Mary Poppins. Did you ever see it?"

"No."

You look at Dream and then at Death. "What is that?" You ask her.

"A film. You'd like it." She smiles at you. You make a mental note of it.

A child runs past and spooks the pigeons. Death smiles at the boy. You chuckle softly.

"Okay, so what's the matter?" Death asks, turning back to her brother

"What do you mean?" He asks, not looking at her.

"My dear sister in law told me you needed help."

Morpheus looks up at you and then back at he ground. You sigh softly.

"I can tell something is wrong. Look at you, sitting here moping, pigeaon feeding. It's not like you."

"No. Perhaps it isn't," he admits.

You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder. Morpheus does not move, but you know he approaches the gesture. He knows you like it when he's honest with himself.

"I don't know what's wrong, but... you're right. Something is the matter."

You lift your head and look at him. He's talking. That's good. It's not that he doesn't talk to you, but if he can talk to anyone, it would be his sister

"When they captured me, I just had one thought." He says your name. "I wanted vengeance so I could get back home to you."

You look at him softly.

"Meanwhile, my kingdom was falling apart, and you were victim to an eternal slumber." He speaks softly. His eyes focus on a single spot in front of him. You can still see the pain in him. "My tools long since stolen and scattered. So, I embarked on a journey to find them, so I may wake my wife and save our home. Which I did. I am now more powerful than I have been in aeons. And yet..."

"Here you are feeding the pigeons." Death understands.

You gaze at your husband with curiosity.

"See, until then, I had a true quest. A purpose beyond my function, and suddenly, it was over, and I felt disappointed. Let down. Empty. Does that make sense?" He asks his sister, looking at her. "I was so sure that once I git everything back, I'd feel good, but in some ways I feel worse than when I started."

You sit there, listening, trying to keep your emotions in check. Morpheus feels a shift in you and turns. Your eyes look wet, like you're holding back tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. You turn to him. "I am upsetting you."

You shake your head. You thought him talking to his sister would help, but you didn't realise juat how badly he felt.

"You feel you are without purpose?" You ask.

"I do."

You take a deep breath. "You are disappointed?"

"Not in you," he says. He looks at you with such awe and determination. "Never with you."

"In yourself?"

He says nothing.

Death has listened. She watches you both. With one hand, she reaches out and places it on his knee. Dream looks down at it and then at her.

"You could have called me, you know? I'm glad someone did," she looks at you. You offer her a smile and wipe your eyes before any tears could fall.

"I didn't want to worry you."

"And your wife?" She asks.

Morpheus now feels even worse as he looks at you again. "I didn't want to worry you either."

"Morpheus, I will always worry about you," you tell him.

He knows.

"I don't believe it. Let me tell you something, Dream," Death says, standing up. "And I'm only going to say this once, so you better pay attention. You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane."

You have to bite back your smile.

"Feeling sorry for yourself because your little game is over, and you haven't got the balls to go out and find a new one. You're as bad as Isiah. No, worse."

She chucks his bread back at him. Dream catches it and stares at her. You try not to giggle.

"Did it never occur to you that we would be worried about you?" She asks him.

"I didn't think-"

"Exactly. You didn't think." Death turns to you. "My brother is an idiot."

You chuckle. "Yes, but he's our idiot, and if anyone can get him to see reason or purpose, it is you."

Death smiles at you. "She's a keeper, Dream."

Morpheus doesn't say anything, but he does find himself reaching for your hand. You smile and curl your fingers around him. He needs comfort.

A ball comes flying over, and Death catches it. The young man comes over and looks at her. "Wow, you're as good as your friend."

Earlier, Dream had caught the ball when it came flying at him.

"He's not my friend. He's my brother, and he's an idiot."

You chuckle softly. Morpheus sighs quietly. "I'm just feeding the birds," he says.

"Look, I can't stay here all day, I got work to do. You can come with me if you want," Death offers. This is what you wanted. "Or you can stay here and sulk."

"I'll come with you, I suppose."

"Well, don't do me any favours," she teases. Death smiles at him.

Morpheus stands up but realises you're still sitting. He turns and looks at you, his hand still in yours. "Are you not coming?" He asks.

You look up at him. "Thought you might prefer some one on one time with your sister."

He looks at you with slight confusion. "I would like you come."

You look atchim and then at Death. She smiles at you. You know she won't mind yo tagging along. "What about that favour I promised you?"

"He can wait. He's waited all this time. He can wait a little longer," she says.

"Are you sure?"

"Who?" Morpheus asks.

Neither you nor Death answer him as you stand up. He keeps his hand in yours, looking at you, silently asking what you were talking about. You do not answer him.

Death tells the young man that she would see him soon.

The three of you leave the park.

☆☆☆

The pair of you keep Death company as she goes about her job. You walk beside Morpheus for a while but decide to trail behind the two. You wanted him to spend time with his sister.

Following Death around was not going to be the easiest thing for you, but you would stick it out for Dream's sake.

Death saw her role as a gift, and you supposed it was. She couldn't be there for everyone, but for those she could, it meant more than you knew. To spend your last moment with a friendly face, a guiding hand, a comforting word.

Her job was hard, but she loved it.

The old man in the apartment sho had been playing music. He was alone until Death came. She allowed him to say his prayer before taking his hand.

The sound of her wings brought you comfort.

The young man on his honeymoon. He was worried for his wife. It was sad to see when his body was brought up onto the bank. Death guided him away. You had held Dream's hand. He looked at you quietly.

The baby. It had barely lived. Its life had only juat begun, but Death was doing her job. When it was time to go, it was time to go. No matter how young or old. When Death had taken the baby into the other room, you had hid in his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and held you to him.

The sound of her wings was all you could hear.

☆☆☆

Death linked her arm with you as you walked together. Morpheus was trailing behind you both.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Don't be." You tell her. "Some people see death as cruel and uncaring, but that couldn't be further than the truth. You do care. You're there to guide them when they go. Life can be cruel, but unfortunate and terrible things happen every day. We can not change them."

She smiles at you. "You're so wise."

You chuckle. "I try to look at things from every angle. The world is not so black and white."

"No. It is not." She smiles. "Now, about my brother."

You look at her. "Yes?"

"How are things?"

You chuckle softly again. "We are well, all things considering. I think he's just a little lost. All those things he said before, I had no idea about."

Death looks at you with a gentle gaze. "He does not open his heart to you?"

"I think, perhaps, he has forgotten how. Perhaps it's just been too long. I remember how he was when you first introduced him to me. Perhaps he just always was that way."

She shakes her head. "No. He knows he can tell you anything. I think he's forgotten what it was like. He was gone for over a century. That's a long time without company. A long time without you."

"I want to find him a new purpose."

Death smiles. "You're a good woman."

"The best," you chuckle.

She gives your arm a squeeze and laughs with you. "I hope you know he loves you. More than anyone he's ever loved before."

"That's quite a statement."

"It's true. It's not easy loving an Endless. You know that. Yet, here you. All these centuries later, and you're still married to him. If that's not love, I don't know what is."

You chuckle. "I do love him. I adore him. I love you too."

Death smiles and throws her arm around you. You chuckle and give her a hug.

"What a family this is."

You both continue to laugh and talk. Morpheus watches you both, wondering what it was you were both talking about. Seeing you smile and laugh made him happy. You look so happy.

He knows he has to do better for you.

You and Death come to a stop and look at each other. Morpheus joins you both.

"Would you mind if I had some tike with my brother?" Death asks, holding your hands.

"Not at all. He's all yours."

Morpheus looks at you. A sadness crosses his face, but it's subtle. You chuckle softly and reach out to caress his cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll see you later."

"Where are going?" He asks.

"To do that favour."

Dream so desperately wants to know what this favour is. What has his sister asked of you? You do not tell him as you kiss his cheek and bid Death goodbye.

Morpheus watches you leave with a sad look. Death rolls her eyes and loops her arm with him.

"You're so whipped."

Morpheus just glares at her lightly and lets her guide him away. All the while, he misses your presence beside him.

☆☆☆

"Where did you send her?" Morpheus asks as they walk.

"To see an old friend. You'll see her later."

They walk in silence for a while, but then Morpheus speaks. "When I was captured, it wasn't me they were looking for. It was you."

Death looks at him. "Yeah. I know."

They continue walking. Morpheus has thoughts running through his head. He thinks about everything he has seen today. His sister's job seems so much more difficult than his own.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" She asks.

"This. Be there for all of them."

"I have a job to do, and I do it. When the first living thing existed, I was there. When the last living thing dies, I'll put the chairs on the tables, then out the lights, and lock the universe behind me when I leave. And I'm not there for all of them. There are exceptions. Mad Hettie, and there's your ongoing project."

Morpheus realises something. He knows where you went.

"How's he bearing up after all this time?"

"You mean Hob Gadling?"

Death nods.

"I don't know. I was forced to miss our last appointment." He sighs softly. "Is that the favour?"

Death smiles. "Figured I'd sent him a good sign while I borrowed you for a while."

"Have you and my wife been planning this all along?" Dream asks.

"Yeah," she grins.

Morpheus chuckles softly.

"I'll sure he'd love to see you. You should go catch up with them. He's never too keen to see me though."

Hob defied Death. Refused her. Dream ready knew that much. He had been there from the beginning.

"Does it not bother you?" Dream asks his sister.

"I used to think I had the hardest job in all our family."

"Oh did you?"

"They fear the Sunless Lands. Yet they enter your realm every night without fear."

"And yet, I am far more terrible than you."

Death chuckles softly.

"It was fine in the beginning. Dying and living were new things, and people did them with the enthusiasm they always bring to new things. And then, after a bit, it just got harder."

"But you continued."

"I thought about giving up. Walking out," Death confides in him.

Dream looks at her. He never expected her to say that.

"This was a long time ago. Long before this world. It really started to get to me. I got kind of hard and brittle inside. I mean, people feel as pleased to be born as if they did it themselves. But they get upset and hurt and shaken when they die. Eventually, I learned that all they really need is a kind word and a friendly face, like they had in the beginning."

Morpheus was starting to understand. Now he knew why you wanted him to see his sister. You were looking out for him. Looking after him.

Morpheus is learning a lot about humanity. How they receive his sister's gift. Their attitude toward death. He wondered why they feared the Sunless Lands. Death is natural. Yet, as much as they fear it, they accept it.

She is their friend at the end of the line.

He understands.

☆☆☆

The siblings walk back toward the park together.

"It's funny looking back now, I used to think I had to do this all by myself."

"But you do," Dream says.

"No. At the end, I'm there with them. I'm holding their hand, and they're holding mine. I'm not alone when I'm doing my job. Neither are you."

Morpheus looks at her.

"Think about it. The only reason we even exist. You and I, and Desire, and Despair. The whole family. We're here to serve them."

Dream looks around.

"It isn't about quests or finding purpose outside our function. Our purpose is our function. We're here for them. Since I figured that out, I realised. I need them as much as they need me."

They continue walking.

"I've seen so many cool things, and people and worlds. I've learnt so much. Lord of people don't have a job they love doing, so they? So, I think I'm very lucky."

Death looks at her brother. "Listen, I've got to head back soon."

Dream takes her hand in his and faces her. "You've taught me something I have forgotten. I thank you, my sister."

"That's what family's about, brother."

The same young man who was here earlier runs past again, trying to catch the ball. There is the sound of a car screeching.

Dream knows what had happened.

"You should go meet up with your lovely wife, Dream. She is waiting."

Dream smiles softly at his sister. "Yes. She is. Thank you."

Death smiles back and let's go of his hand.

Dream leaves while Death helps that young man. Today has truly been a learning experience for Morpheus.

Now he wanted to see you again, you and his old friend.

☆☆☆

@missdreamofendless - @mischievousvillainy - @kpopgirlbtssvt - @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy - @emarich7 - @lollipopsandlandmines - @mouth-whore -

[howlingday]

Ruby: (setting up a dinner date) ... dad?

Taiyang: What's up, Ruby?! Missing the ol' block from which you were chipped?!

Ruby: Not at all, dad. Look, can you maybe take a walk around the world? I invited Penny over to tell her... I like her. ////////

Taiyang: ... (takes out radio) The Golden Panda has awoken.

Qrow: (breaks in through the window) The Golden Panda has awoken?! That's three years, seven months, two weeks, and four-and-a-half days earlier than I thought it would!

Ruby: (sigh) This is my life. What the heck is going on?

Taiyang: You see, Ruby, there are moments in a young person's life that are so important, they should never be interrupted. Even by dads. Which include, but aren't limited to, your first real scrap-

Qrow: Blood in, blood out.

Taiyang: -hitting a homerun-

Qrow: No pun intended.

Taiyang: -hitting a homerun-

Qrow: Pun intended.

Taiyang: -sacrificing your firstborn son on a mountaintop to ensure your other children will turn out semi-decent-

Qrow: The Gods thank you.

Taiyang: -and telling another person that you yearn for them in an emotional, spiritual, primal, and yes, physical way.

Qrow: L'amour est sacré. (Love is sacred)

Taiyang: Baguette. (bread)

Ruby: Wait... did Yang and I have a brother?

Qrow: Operation Golden Panda is a contingency your father and I came up with after he ruined Yang's first date. To ensure that he doesn't interfere with you, I will be responsible for keeping him away. I'll feed him. I'll bathe him. I'll monitor his every move! Until you accomplish your goal of expressing your true feelings to the robot girl, I will not let him out of my sight!

Ruby: Bathe him?! Why don't you just take him to a movie?!

Taiyang & Qrow: ... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! (leave the room)

Something tells me that there's more going on with Uncle Qrow and Ruby's dad...

[wilbursprincess]

what if sorrybur smut pt2.... no.. unless 🥺🙏

-🐈

“What Am I Supposed To Do Now?” Pt. 2

Sorrybur x Female Reader

Warnings: Literally just a whiny Sorrybur getting his dick sucked in a car 🤭

My dear 🐈 anon, you are speaking my LANGUAGE! It took me a bit to think of a scenario that isn’t just a whiny, frustrated Sorrybur trying to focus on getting the video filmed, so I hope you (and my fellow Sorrybur simps) enjoy :)

Fic below cut!

“And, cut!” Charlie calls when they finally film the last scene, accepting the water bottle I toss at him. “Wilbur, I’ve never seen you eat so aggressively before.”

Wilbur just shrugs, packing up the remains of the baguette from one of the challenges. “I was hungry, what can I say?” He replies, wiping crumbs off his face. “Babe, you almost ready to go?”

Why’s he so eager to- oh.

“Don’t you have to help clean up a little?” I ask. “It won’t take long.”

With the most wounded expression he can manage, Wilbur turns back around, helping Philza take the set down.

“He’s certainly needy,” comments Charlie’s girlfriend, Grace. “Is he always like this?”

“Nope. But when he is, I always have something to do with it.”

Wilbur hops into the front seat of my car almost an hour later, back in his jeans and hoodie.

“You’ve never edged me this badly before,” he complains, draining the last of his water bottle. “There is nothing more awkward than trying to film with an aching cock.”

I laugh. “It’s only edging if I keep teasing you. That was just denial. Accidental, but still.”

He pouts. “Are you at least going to finish the job, or do I have to do it?”

Brushing my hand over the front of his jeans, he whines and presses against the whisper of stimulation. “You really think I would pass up the opportunity to get you off?” I retort, undoing his fly with one hand and pulling out his cock with the other.

Wilbur groans under his breath. “You better let me finish this time.”

“I don’t really think I have a choice in the matter,” I say, a smirk spreading across my face. Before he can respond, I lean my head down, wrapping my lips around his cock and slowly starting to bob my head. He sputters, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging to show just how good I’m making him feel.

“Oh, fucking hell, princess,” Wilbur whimpers, squirming around in the seat as he tries not to force himself all the way down my throat.

He presses his head back into the headrest just as I take him all, eyes watering as I relax my throat. “You know I’m not going to last long if you’ve got me this deep,” he whines out, eyes rolled back in his head.

In response, I bob my head faster and faster, Wilbur’s hand digging into my hair to guide me up and down. He’s shaking, sweaty, whining, and a total mess just from being nestled down my throat. I’m used to him being dominant, or, at least, equal to me, and having him a wreck under me is new. New, yes, but wonderful.

He finally breaks his control, grasping my hair at the nape of my neck and thrusting down my throat. One, two, three thrusts, and I feel him spill all in my mouth, the only things I can make out in his strings of moans and gasps are my name and “fucking hell”.

Coming up for air, I wipe the remnants of his climax off my lips before giving Wilbur a peck on the lips. His eyes are half-closed, face completely spaced-out.

“Mmph,” Wilbur groans, opening his eyes just enough to see me. “Jesus Christ, since when are you that good at sucking dick?”

“Since you practically used my throat as a fleshlight,” I retort, giggling at the shocked look on his face. “I’m going to be carrying you into the house when we get home, aren’t I?”

*When I was writing this, my brother’s girlfriend showed up with chocolate, flowers, and a massive stuffed dinosaur for him and asked who my Valentine was. I just started giggling.

[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Four

Part Four ⇢ midnight love

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ the feelings you have for Wooyoung begin to get out of hand, and you cave into him for one more time--but when midnight and memories come around, you get lost in the stars in his eyes and the lost memory of his lips.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ no major warnings, vulgar language

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 4.7k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 22.2k

🍓 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @spiderrenjunfics @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @gayliljoong @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @baguette-atiny @seokwoosmole @nyeatinyjunkie @juliettechokilo @pockyddalgi @justaqueerbufoin @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @miriamxsworld @leeknowsnothing @knucklesdeepmingi @naiify @yeoyeoland @arya9111 @mdibby @8tinytings @angelicyeo @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts @mangishii (if I missed you please lmk!!)

Midnight kisses masterlist

The only other time you found yourself picturing Wooyoung in a different light was all the way back in your high school days. 

A time your current self does not remember.

It was at a party. You were loaded off your teenage-drunk ass, lost in the idea of someone you wished to be. Wooyoung was the party animal, and since he was your only friend, you found yourself tagging along to the chaos. 

He handed you another soju bottle, knowing you weren't going to remember the morning. His clammy hand brushed against yours, and you looked up to meet his intoxicated gaze.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?” He hummed as you screwed the top off, tossing back the liquor like your young life depended on it. “Like, you’re so pretty.”

“All the time wooyoung,” you giggled drunkenly, wiping your lips after the alcohol stained them. “Why? Do you have a secret crush on me or something?”

He blinked at you, his smile faltering. “Yeah, actually.” 

You rolled your eyes, the distance between you now feeling so small. He was looking down at you with all the love, or lust, in his eyes, his hands begging to reach out and touch you. His breaths were shaky as you ruffled his hair. You couldn't lie, he looked even more delicious than the alcohol in your hand.

“I’m serious,” he gulped, his dark hair draping over his eyes. You looked at his lips as he spoke. “I'd do you right now. On the floor, on the table, wherever.”

You were too drunk for his words to hit you right. All you did was raise your eyebrows, taking his desperation as a compliment. 

“Do me?” you took a step closer to him, seeing his youthful cheeks brighten from the alcohol and the blush. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah…” he stared down at you, his expression unreadable. 

You smirked, too drunk for your own good. “Everyone thinks we’re dating anyway…it wouldn't be weird if I kissed you, right here, right now, hm?” you blinked up at him, his eyes now slanted in a way you've never seen them. You reached out, gliding your hand down his bare arm, feeling his goosebumps underneath the pads of your fingers.

He shivered. You felt your heart pound harder than it ever has before.

Your hands moved up to the collar of his t-shirt, gripping at the seams. He just stood there, and you thought to yourself, that at that moment, he was willing to do anything for you. 

“Would that be okay? If I just…” you leaned up, inches away from his lips. You watched his eyes lower to yours, and how his lips parted as he struggled to breathe. “If I…do this?”

You spared no second to softly press your lips to his, feeling the softness of them through your intoxicated body. You felt his hot breath tickle your face as you pulled back, your body craving his in every way, shape, form. It must've been the alcohol, given you still have no recollection of this night and this touch and his taste.

“Careful, cupcake,” he breathed, his hands finding a home on your hips. He paused before he spoke again, his eyes locked on you.

“Do that again and we won't be friends anymore.”

And with that, you leaned in again to kiss him.

—

San was watching you, his brown eyes solemn as he picked apart your expression.

You were putting icing on your cupcakes, staring at them with such furiousness that it concerned your lover.

He tapped on the counter to get your attention. “Hey,” he mumbled, forcing a smile on his face. “You all right?”

You bit your bottom lip as you finished the icing swirl, pulling back but still looking down at the cupcake. You couldn't even look up to meet his gaze, not after what you did with Wooyoung yesterday.

“Mhm,” you murmured, looking up quickly so he didn't think you were disregarding his presence. “Sorry, just focused.”

He nodded, feeling bad for interrupting your work. He sat with his legs spread on the chair, his face propped up on his hand. He didn't say anything else, just silently watched you with contentment.

You furrowed your brows as you looked down at your hands—the same hands that you imagined were Woo’s. It has been a constant issue for the last twenty-four hours, your thoughts of him. They ranged from thinking of him making love to you, to how well he takes care of Nabi. from the look he gave you, eyes destroying your body like he was hell on earth.the way his tongue felt, his caress, his attention, his—

The door chimed, inviting in the person you were dreading to see.

“Hello, bitches,” Wooyoung smirked, waltzing in like nothing happened the day before, holding tightly onto a soda bottle. He looked at you, his eyes speaking a thousand words, curling his lips despite the fact San was there, his eyes only on you.

Leave it to wooyoung to not make things awkward. It was probably just another day for him, where it was a pivoting moment for your entire future.

The cafe was empty, as it was an awkward time between lunch and dinner. Nabi was going to be done with preschool soon, so you were going to close up early. San was here to accompany you, but now, it made you wonder if it would mess things up for Nabi, as her classmates think Wooyoung was her dad.

“Hi, woo.” His smile didn't leave at your response, but the minute you looked up to him, you saw how he leaned against the counter, his long fingers spreading across the granite. 

You swallowed hard as he tapped his fingertips against the counter, something San just did but Wooyoung made it sexual. You shivered at the thought of his fingers inside you, a black hole filling your stomach as Wooyoung noticed your line of vision.

He bit his lip.

“Hi, wooyoung,” San said sweetly. He knew something was up, just by looking at your pained expression and Wooyoung’s body language.

You tore your gaze away from your infatuation, setting down the piping bag to grab to go boxes. Any opportunity to distract yourself.

“How've you been?” he asked your lover, or whatever he was. It had to end at this point, you couldn't stick with someone when you were thinking about another. It was awful, you were only with San for a short time.

Either you were going to end things with San, or you were going to ignore this craving for wooyoung. It should pass. It needs to pass.

Or maybe, just maybe, you needed to act on this thirst in order to be quenched.

You were tuned out of the conversation the minute you watched Wooyoung take a sip out of his soda bottle, watching him swallow. Watching his lips get soaked with wetness—the image of him on top of you, his lips coated in you, his teeth bared like an animal…..

This is bad.

“What time are we going to pick up Nabi?” San asked, completely oblivious to your thoughts. He held back his words as he saw your expression—a look of irritation, possibly.

“Actually, um….” you sighed, setting the freshly frosted cupcakes into the to-go box. You couldn't look up at him. “I think I should just go. There's rules about who picks the kids up, and I didn't get to write your name down…yet..” you let out a breath, hating yourself for lying to him. In all honesty, you just wanted to protect your daughter from embarrassment, as if you were seen with another man, the parents might talk, the kids might ask questions, and the teacher might see you differently.

Or….you're thinking way too much into this. Especially after Nabi calling you and Woo her parents.

It was because she thought Wooyoung was her dad. And hell, it was time to admit how well he treated her.

San shrugged, understanding your words. “All right. I understand.” you watched his eyes move to wooyoung, who was looking at you with an intense gaze. He looked at your lips, your chest, the way the apron clung to your hips. San frowned, but didn't say anything.

You watched Wooyoung’s expression change, unsure of what was going on in that brain of his. Clearly he was ready to toss you on the counter and eat you out like you were one of those cupcakes.

Just then, you imagined him pulling you over the counter, tearing your clothes, biting your lip so hard it bleeds. You saw him whimper, cry out, fall into lust like it was destiny.

And then you got shocked back to reality with Wooyoung’s voice.

“Hey, you look like you’re about to combust…” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, and  tilted his head at you, almost seductively, if that was even possible. 

You laughed it off, running a hand through your hair aggressively to distract your thoughts. San let out a slight noise of annoyance at Wooyoung’s antics, but still remained quiet, knowing it would cause drama to bring it to light.

“I’m good,” you hummed, your voice weak as your mind was scrambled. You reached behind you to untie the apron, feeling like an ancient artifact by the way both men were staring at you. “I do need to leave, though.”

You met eyes with San as you took the apron off. “Sorry, can I call you tomorrow?” you gave him a look you hoped he’d understand as apologetic. You rounded the corner of the counter, coming closer to him as you got ready to close up. “Can we go out for coffee in the morning?”

San’s frown turned into a smile after your request, knowing you still wanted to see him. Woo was oddly quiet as he observed your encounter, watching how you wouldnt meet his gaze.

“That sounds great,” San smiled. “Pick you up at nine?”

You nodded shyly, your heart pounding. “Mhm. Yeah, sounds good.”

San stood up out of his seat and his hands met your hips gently. You almost jumped out of your skin, but remained calm as he enveloped you in a hug. You looked over his shoulder, wide eyed, and noticed Wooyoung’s glare at San’s hand placement.

Fucking hell.

San pulled back, but only to give you a peck on the lips, fueling Wooyoung’s fiery gaze even more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as San pulled away.

“See you.” you forced a smile.

As he left, San patted Woo’s shoulder with a killer smile. “Bye, Wooyoung.”

Woo forced a smile just like you, and didn't say anything as San walked out the door, the bells chiming as his presence ceased. 

You met eyes with Wooyoung, but you couldn't handle the embarrassing pressure and turned away, nearly sprinting across the store to turn the open sign to close.

Why the hell did you do that? For fuck’s sake y/n, why are you thinking about him this way? It can't happen, it never shouldn't have happened, why the fuck did you let him? Why did you like it—

“y/n.” he called from behind you, his tone heavy. 

You sighed, unable to turn around to see him. You acted like you were watching the pedestrians across the street—an effort to distract your sinful thoughts.

“The sky is pretty today, hm? No rain clouds.”

“y/n.” His tone was even heavier. 

“It’s a nice day, I might go on a walk—”

“Are you going to tell him about what we did?” he asked you, his voice quiet.

You turned around then, only to see his intense expression. “And what exactly did we do?” you crossed your arms over your chest, causing him to look at your breasts. “It’s not like we fucked or anything.”

Wooyoung scoffed, leaning up against the counter. “Are you kidding? If we didn't stop when we did, you know damn well where that would have led to—”

“But it didn't,” you huffed, waltzing past him to go behind the counter. “I realized my mistake.”

“What makes it a mistake, though?” he cried out, nearly fisting his hair in the process. He followed you behind the counter as you tried to clean up. “You wanted it to, don't you dare give me that bullshit, y/n. You were the one to initiate it, not me—”

You tossed your hands in the air, turning around abruptly, seeing his furious gaze and his flushed cheeks. “Fine! I was thinking about you, okay? In the shower, in my bed, I was thinking about you! So what? Does it have to mean something? Do we have to ruin our friendship like this?”

You stopped, realizing how close you and Wooyoung were. You were breathing heavily, his mouth was curled up in a sneer. His expression was pained, eyebrows knit and his mouth agape.

“Who…who said it would ruin our friendship?” he asked you, his features softening. “Why does it have to be that way?”

You tried to decode him, pull apart his appearance, but you were nearly in tears of being overwhelmed. 

“Because,” you sighed, keeping your eyes locked on his. “I can't lose you.”

Silence. All that was heard was your tangled breaths, filled with anger, adoration, confusion. He raised his eyebrows, once again at a loss for words.

He took a step closer. 

You stayed put.

“You won't lose me,” he whispered.

You held back your tears, the feeling of loss hitting you. Seonghwa was gone, you couldn't grasp the feeling of losing wooyoung too, in any way. If you ruined your friendship by dating him, if you ever broke up, you wouldn't be able to live without him.

You wanted him by your side. 

It was hard to be selfish. To want him the way you never imagined. To crave his touch, his attention. It all hit you like a wave, drowning you and keeping you under the surface. 

“I…” you breathed, watching his hand twitch to touch you. “I’m not so sure about that.”

And unlike normal, he didn't touch you.

“I don't know what to say,” he took in a breath, craving to get closer to you. The air was different—you knew it was going to be, and it scared you. He was only feeling like this because you confused him. He only wanted your body, your attention. 

And you? You didn't know what you wanted from him. You couldn't understand your own feelings.

“You're confused,” you told him, but it was more to yourself. “I am, too. I made a mistake, and I had one moment of weakness—”

“Then let's try something.” he pleaded, in need of any type of physical relationship with you. If he can't have you, well, no one can. At least he can try.

You were so close, you felt his breath hit your forehead. You watched every minute detail of his, to the way his hands were clenched, afraid that he would touch you if they weren't. From the way his hair was disheveled from running his hands through it, to the desperate twinkle in his eyes.

“L-like what?”

He stared into your soul, the look on his face uneasy. “...I, um.” he took in a huge breath, his hands shaky.

“Let’s sleep together,” he said. 

You gaped at him, but yet, you weren't surprised by his question. Maybe it was because deep down, you craved him even more than he craved you. You wanted him, in more ways than one, and it was apparent by the way his mere presence sent you into a spiral lately. Maybe you just needed that experience to get over this infatuation. 

Maybe this will go away.

You raised your eyebrows, but his gaze was still serious. You couldn't remember a time he was ever serious for this long. “You want to have sex with me? Like, a one time thing?”

He pondered for a moment, trying to understand your feelings. “Mhm.”

You took a step back, putting distance between you. He, of course, looked like he was ready to pounce on you like a playful cat awaiting your answer.

You looked at his lips. The minute you felt the urge to cross that distance you just made, you realized that this needed to be taken care of, or you’ll be in big trouble.

And as soon as you met his gaze, he knew your answer.

“Okay,” you nodded, an uneasy smile on your face. “Let’s do it.”

—

“Mommy, can we get ice cream?” Nabi mumbled from the backseat, her face lit up with a smile. 

You glanced over at Wooyoung, who, even after getting what he wanted, was distant with you. He hasn't looked over in your direction since you told him yes, but the minute Nabi spoke, he looked through the rearview mirror as he drove.

“Why not, right?” he nodded, swallowing hard and tightening his hands on the wheel. “Right, y/n?”

You perked up at his voice. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

The ride was silent. You stole a glance at him, his jaw tight and his eyes on the road. You let out a sigh, unsure about if you made the right decision.

After the ice cream trip—and a few long hours later— you found yourself on the couch, Nabi asleep in your arms and Wooyoung next to you.

In the background played one of Nabi’s favorite movies. Wooyoung sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, focused on the television.

“I’m gonna take her to bed,” you spoke, lifting your three-year-old up as you stood, Wooyoung's eyes following your every move.

Laughter went off in the background, helping the silence disappear. 

You left the room, your heart heavy and your mind on everything unimportant. As you set Nabi down gently, making sure she was snug and her night light was on.

You smiled at your sleeping daughter, thinking about her own future. You hoped she’d have better luck in her own life.

Almost like you were on autopilot, you weren't sure when you sat back down on the couch, or when you scooched closer to the man that you called a best friend. It was quiet for a while, time moved so fast it felt like you blinked and suddenly it was midnight.

This was too much.

“Are we still…are we still doing this?” you asked him quietly, nearly in a whisper. You watched him look over to you, his eyes filled with emotion. “I mean, just so I know, so I can deal with San—”

“Yes,” he nodded, his attention on the movie. “Yeah, we are.”

“Okay,” you looked down at your fingers, picking at the chipped nail polish. “Good.”

You sat anxiously, not happy with how he was acting. 

He turned towards you then, his mouth parting to speak and his eyes hopeful. “Can we do it now?”

“Right now?” His frantic eyes made you chuckle, finally feeling relief. “Man, you don't waste a single second.”

He looked like a puppy begging for a treat. You let out another giggle, patting him on his thigh.

“I’ve been dying to touch you.” he shrugged casually, almost back to his usual self.

You let out a shaky breath, your hand still on his thigh. You looked down at it, gliding your fingers softly against the fabric of his pants. “Uh, well, Nabi might hear us. Let’s wait—”

“Cock block,” he groaned and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. After a second of regaining your strength, you followed him with uncertainty.

“Listen, I’m just saying it isn't smart and I don't want her…hearing anything.” You leaned against the granite of the kitchen island, watching his back as he rooted through your fridge.

“Yeah, that’s why you waited to fuck yourself while she was at pre-school, huh?” his tone was playful; entranced. “I am so glad I forgot my card, god.” He spoke with a chuckle, turning back around with a grin on his face and a beer in his hand.

It was nice to see him slightly back to normal. Maybe, just this once, you can keep your friendship even after doing what friends aren't supposed to do.

“It's only going to be one more time,” you voiced, telling yourself more than him. He nodded, even though you saw a flicker of worry under his expression. “I can't have our friendship break. We’ve never…we never did any of this before. And I know you’ve had casual sex….but I…I only really know relationships.”

He stared at you, picking apart your feelings with a single look. He relaxed against the fridge, leaning up on one of Nabi’s drawings—it was of him.

“....do you remember the summer of your senior year?” he took a sip of the bitter beer that sat in the back of your fridge, only drunken by him. You weren't even sure why you kept buying it, as if you subconsciously got it just for him. “The party downtown? By the seven-eleven?”

You pondered, but yet, nothing came to mind. You've been to a lot of parties, so you must've blacked out that night.

“No, I don't,” you admitted, furrowing your brows as you saw his expression change from playful to stoic. “Why? That's out of the blue. We went to lots of parties.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, setting the can down on the counter next to the fridge. “But you were saying how we never, you know, did this before.” 

“Are you implying that we did?” you asked sharply, your chest tightening with the thought of not remembering something. “That summer? No way. We would never—”

“Y/N,” he hummed, his hands at his sides, not sure what to do with them. “I..we, I.. never mind. It’s not important.” he huffed, moving quickly, leaving his can behind to move back into the living room. You caught him before he could escape, standing in front of him in the middle of the dining room. 

“No, you can't just say something like that and not explain,” you murmured, your tone deep and your eyes fighting to meet his. 

He wouldn't look at you.

“Wooyoung.” you whispered, reaching out to grab his arm when he tried to move around you. “Tell me what you were going to say.”

He threw his head back, letting air out of his nose. “Will you believe me?”

You took a second, but after he finally met your eyes, those chest aches hurt even more.

You nodded slowly. 

He paused. “I don't really remember what led up to it but…we kissed. And I…I might not fully know what happened, but I do remember how I felt. And what you said to me, and when I wanted to say something back then you acted as if nothing happened so I just….shut my mouth.” 

He never looked so vulnerable before.

“What…” You let go of his arm. “What did I say to you?”

He blinked slowly. “I told you the details aren't important—”

“No, but they are.” you took a step closer to him. 

Everyone thinks we’re dating anyway…it wouldn't be weird if I kissed you…

He didn't speak as you neared him. No, instead he watched the sparkle in your eyes, afraid that if he kept talking, everything he had built to keep you next to him would crumble in seconds.

“What you said wasn't the kicker.” he breathed. “It was what I said, and what you did.”

You blinked. “So…I was the one that did it? That initiated it?” God, now you weren't even thinking about the possibility of it being completely fabricated—you were so captivated by him that you began to confuse all your thoughts you ever had about him.

“To be fair,” he sniffed, lowering his voice just a little bit, worried to wake up Nabi. “I know I probably said something ridiculous beforehand.” 

That was probably true.

You tried to think back in time, fluttering through your memories like a photo album. All you saw was an array of different party scenes, some flirtatious touching here and there, but never….never a kiss. Or more, for that matter.

“I don't remember….” you trailed off in a whisper, unsure about how you were feeling from all of this. Your heartbeat quickened as the moment dragged on, your confusion evident in your features. Wooyoung stood, equally as confused, as if he didn't know what to say—or do.

“I wouldn't lie about this, cupcake.”

Oh. there it was. The pet name. Out of the mouth of the man you apparently kissed all those years ago, before seonghwa, before nabi. Back when it was just you and your platonic love for Wooyoung. After this, though, you wondered if it wasn't truly nonphysical—did you just shove all those feelings in the back of your mind in fears of abandonment? Loss? For fucks sake, you couldn't lose another person. If you lost him, that would be the day you would lose yourself.

And then all of a sudden, the background noise of the television and the slight humming of the refrigerator diminished. The colors around you from the overhead light danced against his smooth, honey skin, like falling stars about to crash onto the earth. His eyes looked like they held the universe within them, ever so delicately keeping the world safe and sound from their beauty. You heard your heartbeat in your head, the echo of his breathing, the smell of the beer off his parted lips.

And then you caved. No more fear of loss, you needed him to always look at you like this. If this ruins everything, it would be worth it.

“Help me remember….” you mumbled, one more step closer.

He breathed in a shaky breath. “Remember what?”

You reached your hand out as if it was moving on its own accord. Your fingertips met his chest, gliding down the smooth plane of muscle. You were unsure of what you were doing, having no clue what was next, but this moment was different than the past. This time, you were sober. You were sound.

You knew what you were doing.

And you knew what you wanted.

“Help me….remember what you tasted like.”

His gaze was on you, his eyes softening with every flutter of an eyelash. You watched his throat bob anxiously, how his hands shook as they slowly found their home on your hips. The minute his cold hands touched you, you knew this was the end of everything and everything. This was no party by the seven-eleven or a drunken kiss for the hell of it. This wasn't a mistake or a one-time thing. This was fate if you would've believed in it.

His hands snaked up your sides like a brush against a canvas, gracefully covering you with his existence. They discovered your shoulders, then your collarbone, and then your neck, until they gently rested on your cheeks, holding you to his intense gaze of a million words without speaking. 

And with one curt nod, his lips met yours, delicately; precisely. You fell into a darkness like no other as you tasted that awful beer on his lips, and just by the mere fact it was on him, you decided that you liked the taste of it. It was bitter and smooth at the same time, reminding you of him, and the memory of his kiss all those years ago.

“Do that again and we won't be friends anymore.”

His words resonated in your mind as the kiss deepened. Your heart swelled with a feeling you haven't felt in ages, almost like it was sinful. The ring you kept as a necklace danced against the skin of your nape as his fingers traced your body, and then suddenly, everything in the room began to spin. His breath was warm, his kiss was electric—you were destined, lined up like the stars in the sky.

You wanted more midnight kisses with him, more midnights with him, forever and always.

He was your midnight love.

[dwindlinghaze]

want you in my bloodline

(any peter parker x fem!reader)

summary: peter gets more far away from you...

contents: angst, loneliness, extortion, love confessions, fluff, happy ending !!

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everyone can tell. everyone in the room can. peter and you have always been friends since the peak of dawn and everyone can tell there might be something more if they look into it.

even ned knows.

it's always have been you and peter with an additional ned leeds.

but lately he has been getting distant from you. it started when he cancelled your pizza night for the first time in his lifetime. after that things just crumbled side to side.

"hey pete," you waved at him but he barely looked up at his phone. seemingly interested in the news article about spiderman. he didn't even look up to greet you.

"hm?" was all you got.

"do you want to reschedule our pizza night to tonight?" you asked hoping for a 'yes'. "it's just that- i feel like this is our tradition and we should never broke traditions... right?"

peter thought for a while, his eyes darting up and down, "i don't think i can make it. sorry, dove," he replied, eyes still focused on the screen.

"tis alright," you nod your head. "i've to go, see you."

you received no reply.

"is there something wrong with you and pete?" ned asked, eyeing you weirdly.

"i don't know," you shrugged, sadness overcoming your heart.

"peter's been absent lately. i thought he was with you but then you told he wasn't," he stopped to think for a while, "what do you think he's doing? i doubt peter has friends outside of us."

you chuckled airily at him. "that's a bit mean, don't you think?" then you heard voices. a voice that's familiar and a voice of a girl.

there he was, standing right outside the cafeteria. peter was talking happily with gwen, the most beautiful girl in school.

"hey y/n!" peter said while skipping to your table. "haven't seen you around ned! how're you? how's lola doing?"

"i think you would know how she is if you actually pay attention to us," you whispered.

"what's with you?" peter asked, seemingly offended.

"you barely talk to us anymore, and when you do, you're distracted."

"that's not true!"

"well, if that's the case then you would know that lola just got a new couch in her attic and we asked you to help us set it but- you know the answer."

"i'm busy alright?" he said. "ned are you hearing this right now?"

"i agree with y/n. honestly, i feel a lot more closer to y/n these past few weeks rather than to you. you have been missing out on the fun stuff we've done," ned talked giddily.

peter frowns at his statement. never once has ned ever been closer to you than he is in the three years of friendship. you and him are inseparable since elementary school.

somehow peter felt unwell. he shouldn't be jealous of his best friend for spending time with you without him but he is.

"i'm going to get groceries after school, can you guys come with me?" ned asked.

"i'm busy, sorry," he just said, opening his lunch.

seeing ned's expression fell, you spoke up, "i'll go with you, ned. i want to buy a baguette." you said the last part with a laugh.

ned snorted too, making peter confused. you two have an inside joke now? oh he is definitely jealous. "you know what? maybe i can come."

the three of you walked together for the first time in a while. in the middle of shopping, peter's phone rang, making you look at him reluctantly. you can see gwen's name on his screen, making your heart sink once more.

"i'll be back," then he is gone. when he did come back it's just to say that he has to go.

lately he's been spending a lot more time with gwen than you. or even ned. if anything, you're happy that peter finally found someone so perfect and kindhearted because he deserves it the most.

most importantly, you're going to be a supportive friend. you're not going to let your silly feelings for him ruin his relationship with gwen. nor anyone else.

you walked home alone, freezing from the cold breeze. usually peter is by your side, hugging you as you walk to keep you warm. he isn't though. not tonight. maybe never again.

the sight of peter and gwen walking down the stairs sent you crushing. he seemed happier with her than with you.

even gwen herself has flirted with him multiple times, though peter never noticed it because he is oblivious to his surroundings. oblivious to your loneliness.

"wait, correct me if i'm wrong- but aren't you and y/n a thing? i've seen you both everyday together and i don't want to interrupt," gwen said to peter one day.

hearing this in real life, peter seemed to be absent from reality. he did in fact, knows how he feels about you and maybe by chance he knows how you feel about him too but he will always deny it. even may spoke about this for a few times.

"oh no- er- me and y/n are-," he paused trying to find the right word, "we're best friends. she is my best friend since forever."

"are you sure there's nothing more?"

yes gwen, there is something more but a freaking radioactive spider has bitten me so now my chance has completely dropped to zero. and i don't even know if she feels the same for me. it's very complicated and confusing and it's been killing me slowly fo-

"i think that silence answered my question," gwen giggled, patting him on his shoulder. "just don't mess things up. i don't know her but i know her well enough to know that she is golden."

just like that, gwen walked away, leaving peter in a daze.

you watched the interaction from afar. you saw how peter was stunned after the fact that gwen patted his shoulder. it had you thinking of how many times you have touched him and how he didn't even react to it.

you decided to have a stroll outside your house, just around the neighbourhood to clear your mind off of things- peter things.

you absolutely despises yourself for letting him make you sad. you planned to get over this immaturity you have starting from tonight.

right when you turn along the sidewalk, a man pulled you right against a wall by your neck. "give me that wallet!" he threatened, pulling a knife from his pocket.

"please leave me alone! i'm as broke and lonely as you are!" you cried out.

the man laughs. "you are one-" he didn't get to finish your question as for you had punched him as hard as you can.

"you're gonna pay that back!" he launched at you but something tripped him down. it seemed like a spider web did.

"oh my god," you whispered, blinking away tears as you look at the man laying face down on the cement.

"are you okay?" another man walked towards you. it was dark so you didn't know it was spider-man until he was in front of you.

"don't touch me!" you yelled, backing away from him.

"i'm not going to hurt you! i'm spider-man," he assured you. "please answer my question, are you okay?"

"i guess i am," you answered, "uh thank you for that."

"no problem. it's my duty to keep the citizens of new york safe," he replied confidently.

the robber almost stabbed spider-man's back but thanks to his quick reflexes, spider-man was able to doge the knife away, sending it flying to the ground.

"i always thought robbers should be smarter if they want to harm a person," spider-man said cockily. "i mean like- man come on! i have the spider senses- your people should grow some brains!" he said as he webbed him to a wall.

"i have some recommendations to make you smarter! first you should eat vegetables. i assume you don't really eat them by looking at your crocodile textured skin. fish and berries are also really good for brain cells!"

"alright shut up you insect!" the man growled, kicking the web uselessly. "i get it! just call the police already! jesus, a superhero should learn to not be annoying."

"the police are already here. au revoir!" spider-man saluted to the police that has arrived on the crime scene.

spider-man looked around to find you standing in the sidewalk with a confused and traumatised expression. peter wants nothing more than to pull you right in between his arms and comfort you, but he isn't peter tonight, he's spider-man.

"hey miss, i can take you back home, just tell me your building and we'll fly to it with my webs," he offered gently.

"it's not far from here. i'd just walk, thanks," you replied.

"right then i'll walk with you, just making sure you get home safe," he smiled through his mask.

"no, you go back to your duties, i'm fine," you said tiredly. spider-man's voice sounds familiar to you and you don't want to hear it more so you started to walk away.

"the city is calm tonight, other than that," he walked right beside you.

"congratulations?"

"er thanks," he said unsurely. "why are you walking alone at night anyway? it's not worth it, y'know."

"i know. every now and then there's always news about- stuff," you huffed. "just want to clear my mind is all."

"off of what?" he asked curiously.

"that's a bit personal spidey," you poked his side. "here's my home, goodbye!"

"bye," he said back. as he walked away from your porch, the conversation between him and gwen replayed in his mind again and again.

to be real, being away from you has been the most difficult. he knows he has to make things right. god knows what will happen if this goes on for a long time.

"pete, you and y/n seemed a bit... off," ned said, side eyeing him.

"i know," peter sighed.

"i think she likes you and you've been spending time with another girl lately, it's sad to see my best friend sad," ned continued, "i tried to cheer her up the other day. i gave her flowers, don't know that helps or not."

"you gave her what now?" peter yelled, wide eyed, making the people around looked at him. "sorry. but what the hell ned? you just said that she likes me but the next second you gave her flowers?"

"it's not from me pete," ned scoffed. "lola just planted tulips in our balcony and told me to give y/n some because it's getting crowded in the pot."

"oh right- my bad," peter replied, embarrassed. "what should i do?"

"you like her right?"

"yes.. i mean- who doesn't? she is perfect to me in every ways and i don't know what i'm going to do with myself."

"tell her how you feel. easy."

"oh really? was it easy for you to tell betty how you feel?"

"well no," ned considered, "but you and y/n are best friends. you know each other more than anyone!"

"that's exactly why! we are best friends."

"look here pete, i'm not the best at love advices or let alone basic advices, but take this to consideration. tell her how you feel! it's better to get the answers directly from her rather than figuring it out yourself which most likely be confusing and frustrating your own heart. give her flowers, she seemed to like those tulips i gave."

peter stood silent for a moment, nodding his head slowly. "right. you're right ned! this is why you're my best friend! thank you! i better get going now."

peter left running to a flower shop nearby, buying you a bunch of different types of flowers. asking the owner of what each of them symbolises. then he ran to your place.

you heard a soft tap in your window, thinking it was a bird so you continued doing your homework. but the tapping continued, making you groan.

you opened the curtain to see peter there, with a bouquet of messy flowers in his hand. "what are you doing here?"

"um here," he pushed the flower towards you. "it's for you, sorry it's kinda ruined- it's windy outside."

"thank you," you set the flowers down on your desk. "i don't think it's windy though," you said as you look comically at the trees outside, not even a leaf moved.

"well that doesn't matter, i want to er tell you," he gulped. "something."

"okay, come here," you signed for him to sit on the bed besides you.

"i'm sorry, for everything i've done. didn't do- more specifically," he held his head in shame. "i miss you, y/n."

"same, pete," you smiled.

"i don't know how say this but i don't want us to be like this anymore. i don't want to miss our pizza nights anymore. i look back and regret how i spent most of my time without you these past few weeks. this just made me realise how important you are in my life and i don't want to ever let you slip away."

he looked sad. you wanted to hug him and tell him that it's okay but you silently urged him to continue anyway because it was his fault.

"i've been a horrible friend. i know. from now on i will be the best version of myself for you because you deserve the best versions of everything. i want to laugh with you and cry with you and also do silly things together- because i know you will never make fun of me for that. i want to hold your hand while we watch star wars together. i want to build lego spaceships together.

i want to take you out on dates. i want to take you on top of the empire state building because the view there is amazing and i want you to see it. i want to do everything- possible or impossible- as long as you're there. i want to make you happy. lastly, i want us to be something more. i want to do those stuff not as friends but as something more. i'm in love with you, and always have but i'm just too afraid to say it.

if you don't feel the same way that's completely fine and i will respect your decision and we will continue to be best friends and we will ignore everything i said earlier. i just want an answer to a question i've been searching for since grade seven."

"i thought you and gwen were something," you spoke.

"no! absolutely not! she is pretty and i always respect people's different opinions and what not but you are the only one for me. in my universe there's no one else except you," peter declared.

"that's really sweet," you chuckled, wiping tears away. "i feel the same pete, i want to do all of those stuff with you. i love you too,"

"okay-" he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "um come here, i miss you," he opened his arms for you. you reluctantly gave in.

"sorry for making you feel neglected. i promise gwen and i are just friends. i talk to her often because of the internship at oscorp. don't worry yourself okay?" he whispered to you.

"just felt sad that you prefer her over me but it's alright. i was being stupid."

"don't say that. you are not stupid. after all these years you have live, you have never been stupid once. don't invalidate your feelings- i would feel the same too. speaking of that- what is that baguette thing you have with ned," you can practically feel his frown.

you chuckled, letting go of him. "me and ned were walking down to an ice cream parlour when a man got slapped by his daughter with a baguette. you should've been there, it was so funny."

"i wish i were there to see that," peter chuckled.

then silent grew between you. it was comforting though- well, at least to you. peter was still unsure whether you said you felt the same way about him or he just hallucinated it.

"wait- please forgive me if i'm wrong but you said you felt the same way about me right?" he said, growing nervous as his cheeks grew maroon.

"i did, yes," you looked up at him, smiling.

"let's say we're in a book- or in a movie," he paused. "isn't this the part where we-"

"we what, peter?"

"we do-" he squeezed his eyes, not knowing how to say it without sounding too embarrassed.

"kiss?" you inquired.

"yeah, that," he laughed nervously.

"um sure," you nodded.

"okay erm-" he now turned fully to you. meeting your eyes. "sorry i've never done this before," he placed a hand on your cheek.

"me neither," you whispered.

"we're both equal then," he grinned. slowly but surely, peter leaned to you. it's nothing like you're ever imagined. it was hesitant and nervous though very tender and soft.

you placed your hand on the back of his neck, trying to make it more comfortable. "we're amateurs," you pulled back slightly, grinning.

"yes but i would love to learn how to do it better," he replied. "let's practice together yeah?"

"you're a nerd," you said, rolling your eyes.

"who cares if i'm a nerd? even a nerd can get a girl like you so i'm not complaining!"

then he kissed you for the second time. this time, it was different. he's not shy and you were not nervous anymore. it was gentle and sweet. he pulled you to him, wrapping both of his arms around you while yours were in his fluffy hair. you felt him shivering when you ran your fingers through his hair, making you giggle quietly.

"i have one more thing to tell you. please promise to keep this a secret alright?" he said once you were out of breath.

"mhm sure what is it?"

"i'm spider-man."

"you are?"

"...yes"

"there's nothing i can do about it rather than to tell you to please be safe. please."

"always. as long as i can come back and see your smile, i always will."

[incorrectssr]

Been chewing cement over Dottie Underwood again so I present the court with some sleep deprived babbling about the Red Room/bread scene at the beginning of 1x05 'The Iron Ceiling' that I typed out on Discord. I have had so many interpretations of the bread over my six years in this fandom and I maintain Dottie considered Anya as prey from the very beginning.

So we know that the bread is a hidden luxury (if it can be called that it looks stale as heck) that Dottie should not have, although is likely encouraged to have as I think survival and secrecy is something promoted by her superiors (Heaven forbid she gets caught though). However, sleeping in the middle of a highly open plan room she has limited time to consume her contraband. Knowing that the Matron is looking the other way as she is concerned with the handcuffs of girls behind and walking in the direction opposite to her, the girls around her busy with making their beds, Dottie takes out the bread and faces the direction that the Matron is making her rounds so that she can see how long she has.

Of course, this time, Anya is there. I like to think of Anya as either being a new addition, an older girl when taken or generally one of the weaker members of the cohort because I do not think Dottie has any friendly intentions towards her. The former appears more likely as Anya is shown to be physically larger and stronger than Dottie in the final fight scene (Dottie flinches when Anya feints a lunge towards her). The sharing of the bread, as I have said previously in one of my many extrapolations on this scene, is a signal of enmity for Dottie (as seen with her offering half her baguette to Peggy in the diner immediately after the Black Widow sequence - although the line 'I can never finish mine' could be interpreted in such a way to support the idea of a genuine friendship but I think that would be a little out of character… unless the timeline of the first sequence is MUCH longer than it appears… interesting, I might have to explore that avenue of thought later).

However, I think it is a necessity as well. She has been seen; it was always likely she would be seen. So she has three options: intimidate, bribe, or do nothing. In a cutthroat world the latter option would be suicide and the former would do little good against a girl physically bigger than her and would attract too much attention. Her only option is bribery, which naturally casts herself at the whim of her victim who could always choose to say no and snitch on Dottie but Dottie is a clever little beast and has already scoped Anya out.

Anya is wide eyed in these opening scenes. She watches Dottie's transgression as though she has never seen something so bold, would never dream of doing something so daring. Intimidation would scare her too much, but a sweet touch? Dottie has memorised every word, every tone, every expression of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves - she knows a defenceless creature when she sees one. And she hasn't had anyone to practice her bright, happy, childlike joy smile on yet. So she hands Anya - starving, obedient Anya - half of her hard earned bread and breaks out her well rehearsed smile. Does it first, quick - I am a friend I am a friend I am your friend - to open up the possibility of amicable relations for Anya to flash her teeth back BUT Anya's smile reaches her eyes and for a sequence with so much focus on Dottie's eyes one will notice her smile doesn't reach her own.

It's actually really sickening this sequence - especially the scene where she kills Anya. That said I am obsessed with the way that Anya uses her size to intimidate Dottie in the fighting arena and the way Dottie flinches away proving that Anya IS the superior fighter, the stronger, bigger candidate who SHOULD win the fight. But she can't because Dottie has been placing these seeds of friendship in her mind - the bread, sitting beside her in the projector room - and that will weaken the strong but not the tenacious. And Dottie Underwood does not care about your feelings but she does care about survival.

But yeah, I think the bread occurs as a one time necessity and carries on as a litmus test - how you respond to the bread determines how Dottie will deal with you. Peggy's refusal of half of the baguette no doubt reaffirms Dottie's perception of her as the perfect, spoiled girl who gets everything she wants. Peggy doesn't NEED the sustenance, doesn't accept it and is willing to let it waste without a second thought. For a girl raised on stale bread rolls tucked under her pillowcase that must feel like a spit in the eye. Fuck I love Dottie Underwood.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.