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korereapers · 1 year

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Title: The special kind

Fandom: Pokémon

Pairing: Lt. Surge/Koga, toxicboltshipping

Rating: Explicit

Notes: idk if anyone remembers me or these toxicbolt fics. I'm gonna be uploading them here since... well I orphaned them on ao3 bc of reasons. And I did abandon my old tumblr account bc I wanted to leave some things behind.

So, this is an old fic. If you remember me, hi. The fic is under the cut

Sinnoh is a cold region. It reminds Surge of Unova in fall, or early winter. It’s not far from Johto, so it was a relatively short trip from home.

Perfect for some snuggling, if he says so himself.

They could have gone to Alola and sunbathe until Surge’s skin became the typical reddish pink that most Unovan tourists have. They could have traveled to Kalos, and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and delicious food. Koga had suggested Unova, and he had quickly rejected the idea. He isn’t ready to go back, not yet.

So, they ended up in cold, humid Sinnoh, where people are a little too quiet, but warm and welcoming. He has grown to like quiet, after what seemed like a lifetime of way too much noise.

Their hotel is in Sunyshore, because Surge loved the city as soon as he saw photos of it. Solar panels, a lively flea market, close to the sea… it reminds him of Vermillion, in a way. Apparently, the kid that runs the gym is even an electric type trainer, too. Surge wants to meet him, badly.

He feels a change in Koga’s breath as soon as they both enter their bedroom. He knows him, realises how his eyes look at him, not leaving him for many seconds but also trying not to look at him too much, probably worried about making him feel uncomfortable.

Surge smiles fondly, in anticipation, as he leaves the suitcase near the bed.

“What’s wrong, honey? Are you feeling cold?”

It’s unlikely that anyone’s cold inside of the building. Sunyshore is probably the warmest city in all Sinnoh, and their hotel has a working heater. Still, he knows that Koga needs a little of encouragement to ask for what he wants.

Surge looks at him, still smiling, and Koga smiles back, nervously.

“A little.”

Surge takes out his jacket, as if teasing him a little. As he opens his mouth, warmth fills his chest.

“Why not just cuddle with your amazing husband, then?”

Koga blushes a little, but Surge does not tease him about it. He is blushing, too. Maybe even more than Koga himself.

“I thought that you wanted to take a walk around the city. Have dinner outside.”

Surge is definitely having something sweet for dinner, alright. The thought makes him sigh softly.

“This is our honeymoon. You’re my husband, Koga. Sightseeing can wait.”

Koga’s frown gets a little deeper for a second, but his eyes look at him softly, way too softly. When he breathes deeply, Surge knows that his defenses are finally down. For the moment.

As they both lie down, Surge just pretends to hug his husband, casually. Keeping him close. Koga snorts a little when Surge kisses his temple, just where his hairline ends. Relaxed and receptive, that’s the way Surge likes him the most.

It doesn't take much teasing for Koga to just get impatient and kiss him. To kiss Surge like he has been dying to for who knows how long. Not that the feeling isn’t mutual.

“See? It was not hard.” Surge murmurs against Koga’s lips, and Koga just kisses him again.

“I apologize.” Koga says, sheepishly, dark eyes looking at Surge’s blue ones for a couple of seconds. Surge cups Koga’s face with one of his hands, feeling Koga’s skin getting warmer. He smiles, delighted.

He knows what Koga wants. He knows how he is looking at him, with both love and desire, not very efficiently contained behind a poker face. Surge knows better. Always has, always will. Still, he wants Koga to say it, out loud. To express himself, to be honest. So he asks, again and again.

“What do you want, Koga?”

And each time, the answer comes quicker, less bashful. More confident, and open. Sometimes, he doesn’t even have to ask, because Koga speaks up.

“You.” Koga says, breathing deeply, drowning in pure want. “I want you.”

Surge gets closer, still embracing him with one arm, his thumb caressing Koga’s cheek, and then his lips. He smiles faintly at the sight of the wedding ring, a simple one with no ornament, like Koga’s one. A symbol of what they have.

“You have me.”

As Koga’s breath hitches, Surge gets their faces closer, kissing him sweetly, sighing peacefully when Koga relaxes as they kiss.

“How do you want me?” Surge asks, his voice low, because he knows it’s hard for Koga to express himself if it’s not among whispers, sometimes.

“Inside me.” Koga murmurs, his lips quivering, but Surge hears him perfectly. “Please.”

Surge’s smile gets wider as he speaks, his body and heart starting to feel aflame.

“Can do.”

They get towels, just in case it all gets messy. There’s lube and condoms inside of the drawer, because of course there is. The staff knew that they were a couple on their honeymoon. And to be fair, he’s sure that both of them are feeling way too impatient to buy something themselves.

Koga’s hands are on him as soon as they’re both lying down again, embracing him and kissing him. Like he’s dying to feel him. Surge doesn’t like to keep him waiting.

“Aw, you want the hubby dick, don’tcha…” he teases, and smiles wide when Koga’s face gets redder.

“Of course I do.”

And it’s Surge’s time to get as red as a Voltorb. He was ready to deal with a grumpy Koga, not with a honest one. The honest one is way cuter, though.

“Not so cocky now, are we?”

Koga’s words go straight to his groin. He shudders a little, letting Koga get rid of his clothes, quickly reciprocating with Koga’s ones. Surge’s hands comfortably caress the skin underneath, feeling the discreet muscles on Koga’s torso.

“I have gotten a little chubbier, but you…” he says, admiring Koga’s patience, his dedication. His discipline, to train every single day. Surge himself exercises less often now that he doesn’t need as much structure to keep his brain grounded.

“I like it.” Koga admits fondly, a finger gently poking Surge’s stomach. “It means you are happy.”

“I am.” Surge says, in a whisper, and presses their lips together. Koga cups his face with one hand, keeping him close even after the kiss ends.

Surge swoons loudly, and Koga kisses him again, a smile on his lips.

“You’re happy, too.” Surge teases, Koga’s smile less bashful than usual.

“Happier than ever.”

“No worries, honey. I won’t tell the kid. She will get jealous if I do.”

Koga laughs as he buries his face in Surge’s neck, his warm breath making him tense instantly.

“Jealous? Of you? I do not think so. She loves you.”

Surge hums when he feels his husband’s familiar lips on his skin, kissing it as one of his hands presses down Surge’s stomach, impatient to touch him. Circling around his belly, making it burn with his touch.

Koga sucks on his skin almost at the same time he starts palming him, and then pumping him slowly, and Surge would reciprocate if he wasn’t too busy having the hots for his husband and his eagerness.

“Koga... “ he tries to remind him, his throat dry when he speaks. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last enough to…”

Koga stops, his breath uneasy with nervousness and embarrassment.

“But I have just started…”

“And I’m horny as balls.”

“Oh.”

And of course, Koga stops completely. He looks up at Surge, a little apologetic, but Surge just kisses his nose, something that never fails to make him smile.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay? It’ll be good.”

Koga nods, because he knows. They both know. Surge shudders in anticipation at the thought, and Koga sighs deeply. They both snort at the sight. Like idiots.

“Darling… you like me.”

“Of course I do. We are married.”

“Still…”

Koga half groans, half laughs. He likes the attention, even more than Surge himself does.

“Were you not going to use your fingers for something good?"

He can feel himself light up at the question.

Surge takes the lube bottle, carefully wetting his fingers with it. Koga’s eyes are on him, and he looks back, a smile on his face.

“It’s gonna feel cold, you know…”

“I know. Do not concern yourself.”

“Roger.”

They’re lying down, side to side. Koga embracing him, lips going in for a kiss. Surge encircles him with his arm, his hand going down on Koga’s back. Koga sighs when he touches him, and Surge smiles against his lips.

He touches him to help him relax. With his fingertips, his knuckles, without much pressure. Koga’s face is getting hotter, and Surge can feel something hard against his leg, but Koga’s muscles do indeed feel relaxed.

“Here we go, okay?”

“Okay.”

Koga’s breath hitches as Surge’s finger goes in. He quickly reassures Surge that it doesn’t hurt, that it’s fine. Surge still tries to go slow, just in case. He kisses Koga’s temple, trying to reassure him. Slowly helping him relax, helping him feel comfortable.

“You okay?”

Koga nods, and Surge can tell that he is trying to be patient, like himself. Still, distracting him a little from the sensation may or may not help. It doesn’t hurt to try.

“You know. I can’t believe the guy that is making such a cute expression is now my husband.”

Koga’s breath stops for a second, and he looks at Surge, face redder than a Slugma.

“What are you…”

“You’re cute.” Surge repeats, his finger moving a little quicker, curling inside of him, to the point that Koga is shuddering not even a second later. “And my husband.”

“Says… Says the man with the most adorable smile in the region. Who is also my husband.”

“Just the region?” Surge teases, and Koga chuckles breathlessly.

“Just add another finger, Surge.”

The aforementioned puts their foreheads together, his free hand tenderly caressing Koga’s cheek.

“Roger.”

It doesn’t hurt, Surge realises. Koga feels uncomfortable at first, but he is not in any pain. He is relaxed, he wants him, and lube is doing its job amazingly. He wants him, Surge allows himself to think, the thought tasting sweeter than honey, making him hot, even hotter than usual. He is just too excited, like Koga is, about being married, about their honeymoon.

He sighs, completely mesmerized.

About a domestic life with their kid and their pokémon.

“Are you okay?” Koga asks, and Surge realises he must be making the most embarrassing face ever known to mankind.

“Better than ever.” he answers, testing Koga’s body with his fingers, which makes his husband moan softly.

“Your expression…” Koga tries to say, his voice wavering. “You are happy. I find it… I find it really cute.”

Surge smiles, fingers in a familiar posture, touching the way Koga likes it. He does moan this time, and Surge’s throat is dry, his chest burning with excitement.

“You’re the one who is cute here, hun.”

Koga breathes in deeply, his forehead a little sweaty.

“You… I want you.”

The cutest, indeed.

Surge warns him before getting his fingers out, slowly, cleaning his hand with a towel. He smiles gleefully for a second when he looks at the ring on his finger. He takes a condom, putting it on with ease.

He feels Koga’s eyes drilling through his skull, his breath faltering so much that Surge himself feels his own heartbeat getting more erratic. He raises his gaze, meeting Koga’s one.

He remembers that Koga’s eyes felt piercing, almost cold, when they first met. As they are, they are the warmest he has ever seen, looking at him, at his face, as he deserved all of this. All of this happiness, a family, a loving husband. As if he belonged with them, and not in the trenches.

“Are you alright?” Koga asks, getting closer, and Surge realises that his eyes feel a little wet.

“Yeah, yeah. My eyes are just sweating a little. With happiness.”

Koga smiles at him, and Surge realises that he has been smiling more often lately. That he smiles way more than when they met.

“Do you want to stop?” Koga’s voice sounds so concerned that he could actually die.

“No, no, honey, of course I don’t.” he assures him. “If anything, I am like this because of how much I want this. Of how much I want you.”

Koga’s hand touches his chest, sweetly ascending through his neck, and then his shaved nape. Surge accepts the kiss eagerly, hearing a bottle getting opened, and smiling knowingly even before Koga starts coating him with lube. He moans a little in the middle of the kiss, thrusting into Koga’s hand, slowly.

“Let me take care of this.” Koga asks, and Surge doesn’t really have any complaint.

It’s a good sight. Koga’s focused expression, brows furrowed, jaw a little tense. Sitting on Surge’s lap, slowly taking him in. Sweat on his forehead, cheeks a little flushed. Chest raising and falling a little quicker than usual. Dark eyes not leaving Surge’s face, even if it’s hard for him to keep eye contact.

“You… You’re doing amazing, darling. Amazing.”

Surge’s hand is on Koga’s waist, reassuring him at the same time as his words. Encouraging him. Koga’s cheeks get a little darker, and he stops moving for some seconds, taking his time to adjust to the sensation. Surge takes the opportunity to kiss him, to let him know how loved he is, without words.

Koga’s hands are on his shoulders, and Surge smiles, because he has always liked feeling Surge’s muscles. Koga leans on him, and slowly, he starts moving.

Arceus be damned, Surge wouldn’t actually mind dying like this. Warmth around him, Koga’s uneven breath against his lips, his hands trembling a little on Surge’s shoulders.

“Shit…” he says, in Unovan, and he clearly feels Koga’s smile.

“A foul mouth, I see…”

“I will never say that in front of the kid, I promise.”

Koga chuckles, his movements a little quicker, a little more confident. It doesn’t hurt, Surge realises. He helps him move with the hand on Koga’s waist, and they both moan at almost the same time when Koga’s whole body trembles, tensing around him.

“There?” he asks, even if the answer is pretty obvious. Koga nods, and moves again, and again. Surge feels his own muscles twitching, grunting against Koga’s lips. His free hand moves between them, stroking him gently, and Koga makes a lovingly desperate sound.

Not that Surge doesn’t understand the feeling.

“I… I am close.” Koga admits, stopping for a second to breathe. Surge kisses his nose, his lips, and then his cheek.

“Me too…”

That seems to brighten Koga’s mood even more, his pace still a little uneven, but so obviously eager that Surge would swoon visibly if he wasn’t so busy trying not to cream himself between desperate moans.

Surge’s hand is already a little wet, and Koga’s body tenses, his moans a little broken. He thrusts into Surge’s hand, unsure of how to move anymore, overstimulation taking over him.

And then, it’s over.

Surge patiently waits, kissing his husband’s face as Koga comes, messier than usual, still not loud. His expression blissful, and tender. Overwhelmed, for some seconds, before starting moving again, determined to make Surge finish.

Surge doesn’t really feel like restraining himself anymore. He is loud when he comes, looking for Koga’s smiling lips to kiss them until nothing matters anymore. The kiss is deep, frantic, tender, like trying to find the air he craves in the other’s mouth.

Koga embraces him, still riding him, making Surge enjoy the ride to the very end. Surge touches his chest, instinctively, the last remains of pleasure making his thoughts muddled. He feels himself smiling groggily when he feels Koga’s heartbeat under his fingertips.

“Good?” he asks, when he finds his voice again.

“Good. You?”

“Better.” Surge answers, his chest swollen with fake pride. Koga rolls his eyes, and it’s obvious for Surge how much they don’t want to let the other go.

So of course, Surge has to take drastic measures.

“I’m gonna take a leak. I think you should, too.”

Koga snorts, before moving, wincing a little as he does.

“The pinnacle of romanticism.”

“Sorry, hun. I had to. Don’t divorce me, please.”

Koga’s face gets genuinely sad for a second, and Surge feels bad for even joking about it. But then, Koga just smiles at him.

“I would never… But do not test your luck. Just in case.”

“I know, I know.”

After everything is said and done, they lie together, Surge’s head on Koga’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Koga’s fingers play with his hair, distractedly, in a comfortable silence. He is close to falling asleep when Koga speaks, his heartbeat quicker, and his words make Surge jolt awake in a second.

“I love you.” Koga admits, in a low voice, like telling him an ancient secret. It’s not their usual confession, Kantonian has that way with words as a language. It’s a different kind of love. Deeper. More serious. The “wanting to spend a whole life together” kind. A special kind of loving, that Surge has been dying to verbalize for who knows how long.

He doesn’t have to look at Koga to know that he is blushing deeply, and waiting for his answer. Patiently, because they both know how much they have wanted to say it. Even with that, Surge does look at him, because he wants to see it, because he likes seeing it. Seeing him.

Surge raises his hand to Koga’s face, and Koga kisses his knuckles, tenderly. The words taste sweet when Surge verbalizes them, his eyes wet, his voice shaking.

“I love you, too.”

#my stuff #pkmn #toxicboltshipping #lt. surge #koga

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laughing-with-god · 3 years

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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iam93percentstardust · 3 years

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If you’re still taking prompt, could you please write something with Steve loving Tony’s big doe expressive eyes, plus him giving tony lots of slow deep kisses and maybe a comforting talk bc Tony’s anxious about something? 🥺

Sure thing! Hope you like it!

(Thank you to @therollingstonys for helping me brainstorm and, as always, this fic can be found on my ao3)

Tony is already in bed by the time Steve comes up. Their room is dark, even the windows shaded to block out most of the light coming in from the city, and it takes Steve a moment to realize that the dark mass huddled under the blankets is, in fact, his wayward husband. He sighs softly and runs his hand through his hair, thinking of the dinner he’d prepared for the two of them that had sat out for an hour before he’d finally decided Tony wasn’t going to join him. He doesn’t know why he’d expected otherwise. He knows how Tony gets the night before something big and Tony’s been withdrawing from him for the last couple of days; he should have seen this coming.

“So this is where you’ve been all day,” he says quietly. Tony shifts but doesn’t move out from under the blankets. “JARVIS, lights to 15%.”

JARVIS obligingly turns the lights up, raising them just enough that Steve doesn’t have to strain his eyes in the dark. Tony doesn’t protest the change, which is a good sign. It means that he’s stressed and anxious but he’s not actively trying to hide away.

Steve crosses the room, shedding clothes as he goes so that he’s down to only his boxers by the time he reaches the bed. He climbs up and stretches out over Tony’s body, hovering above him on his hands and knees. From his vantage point, he can see the tiny tuft of hair that’s sticking out from the blankets but that’s it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You wanna talk about it?”

Tony makes a dissenting noise and the blankets shift, like he’s shaking his head.

“Can I at least see you?”

Another dissenting noise.

“Come on,” he cajoles. “Can’t I see those beautiful brown eyes?”

“No,” comes the grumbled reply.

He bites back a smile. Wouldn’t do to look amused when Tony’s clearly so distressed. “Are you sure? I haven’t gotten to see them all day,” he asks instead, voice low and teasing, devoid of anything that Tony might take as disapproval. If Steve is right about what’s going through Tony’s head right now—and he’s pretty sure he is—he needs to be very careful about what he says.

It takes a moment but Tony eventually shifts enough that his entire head is poking out from under the blankets. He looks exhausted, worn out from stress and worry, and there are deep shadows under those brown eyes he loves so much, but he’s still the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

“There they are.” He smiles fondly at his husband and leans down to kiss him. It’s meant to be a quick, reassuring thing, but as so often happens, he gets caught up in the feel of Tony’s lips against his, how he tastes, how perfect he looks in that single moment before his eyes flutter closed, and Steve finds himself drawing the kiss out into something slow and lingering.

When he eventually pulls away, Tony’s eyes are dazed and slightly out of focus. Steve can’t resist leaning back down again and brushing a kiss over Tony’s right eyebrow. Tony’s eyes slip closed again as he sighs and Steve kisses each trembling eyelid before pulling back.

“What’s got you so worked up, hmm, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

Tony wiggles out from under the sheets just a little more, enough so that his whole head and the tops of his shoulders are uncovered. “I—” he begins and then bites his lip.

Steve thinks he knows what this is all about and he thinks Tony might be feeling too seen already to admit what’s going on in that big brain of his. He rolls off of Tony, onto his side, and slides under the covers, tucking himself up against his husband’s side, who rolls over to face him. Steve shifts them so that Tony’s leg is thrown over his hip, his head tucked under Steve’s chin, into his chest. He can’t see Tony’s face like this—he’s already missing the sight—but he thinks Tony feels like he needs to hide so he can be open as he should be.

“Better?” he asks.

Tony nods, his beard scratching on Steve’s naked chest.

“So is this about tomorrow then?”

Tony nods again, voice muffled when he says, “I’m going to be a horrible father.”

“You’re not,” Steve says, even though he knows it’s a platitude that barely even makes a dent in Tony’s lack of self-worth. He just can’t stop himself. He hates hearing Tony put himself down like this.

“I am,” Tony says matter-of-factly. “I’m going to be just like Howard and I’m going to ruin this child.”

Steve bites back a sigh—Tony would take it the wrong way right now—and instead presses a kiss to Tony’s hair. “You’re not going to ruin them.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

Because for one thing, I’ll be right here to help you raise them, which puts me ahead of Maria for one, he thinks. But he knows better than to voice that opinion out loud. He doesn’t know why Tony is so insistent on idolizing his mother, who was so frequently absentee, except that she was slightly more loving than Howard had been. And to Tony, so very attention-starved as a child, even slightly was better than nothing.

“Because you’re already thinking about them,” he says. “You’re already worried about how you’re going to take care of them, planning contingencies for every little thing that could possibly go wrong. Parents like Howard don’t do that.”

Tony is quiet for long enough that Steve lifts his chin up and kisses him again, trying to soothe away Tony’s anxieties with every sweep of his tongue. Tony’s arms slide around his waist, clinging to him as he kisses back. Time slides by as they kiss, minutes, hours, who knows? All that matters is the feeling of Tony’s body against his, the taste of his tongue in his mouth.

“This could go so badly wrong,” Tony whispers when he finally pulls away.

Steve tells himself it’s pointless to mourn the loss of Tony’s kiss and points out, “Sweetheart, that would be true even if we were the best parents in the world and had successfully raised five other kids.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Steve interrupts firmly. “You’re not alone. I’m here right by your side. Pepper and Rhodey are here with you. Nat, Bucky and Clint—oh wait, maybe we shouldn’t count Clint.”

To his relief, Tony laughs, tucking his head back under Steve’s chin as he shakes. Steve smiles and brushes another kiss over Tony’s hair, holding him as close as he can. He wishes they could be like this forever, but at the same time, he’s so excited for what tomorrow will bring.

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” Tony admits once he’s stopped laughing.

“That’s what parenting is,” Steve says softly. He’s just as terrified of getting it wrong as Tony is, but he knows that there’s no one way to get it right. “We’ll make mistakes, but we’ll do it together and hey, I think between the two of us, we’ll manage to raise a pretty decent kid. If they’re even a tiny bit like you, I know we’ll have done a great job.”

“Or like you.”

“Oh no, definitely not. I pick way too many fights.”

“But for all the right reasons.”

“That’s not what Bucky says.”

“That’s because you keep dragging Bucky into your fights.”

“That sounds like a him problem.”

“It wouldn’t be if you would just pick your battles.”

“I have picked them,” Steve argues. “I’ve picked all of them.”

Tony laughs again and raises his head to peck Steve on the lips. “Okay you’re right. I hope mini-Stark doesn’t turn out anything like you.”

“I hope they’re just like you,” Steve says, smiling down at him. He’s so lucky. Not everyone gets to spend their life with the person they love more than anything, but Steve not only gets to have Tony but their child as well. “Beautiful and generous and too smart for their own good.” He can see the argument forming on Tony’s face so he quickly adds, “Did Pepper ever decide what she wanted for her present for being our surrogate?”

Tony groans. “Jimmy Choo’s entire spring line.”

Steve winces. “Sounds expensive.”

“Good thing you married a billionaire then, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “Good thing I married you.”

Tony’s smile is soft and sweet. “Everything changes tomorrow, doesn’t it?”

“For the better,” Steve promises.

This time, Tony just nods and says, “Yeah,” instead of arguing. Then his smile turns a little coy. “Last night we’ll have to ourselves for a very long time. We should make the most of it.”

Steve grins and takes the hint, leaning in to kiss him again.

He comes home from his run a week later to find Tony asleep on the couch, a newborn Morgan Stark-Rogers also asleep on his chest. Tony’s hand rests on her back, keeping her safe against him. Steve smiles at the sight, a wave of affection for the two most important people in his life washing over him. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of the two of them together, setting it as his new lockscreen. Tony will have another anxiety attack eventually and when that happens, he’ll pull this picture out and show it to him.

Tony thinks he won’t be a good parent.

Steve looks at him and knows he already is.

They’re going to be just fine.

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mfingenius · 5 years

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If your still doing requests can you do one where something happens to the Gryffindor dorms and the golden trio end up having to stay with the Slytherins? And then they realize they’re not that bad while Harry realizes he has a massive crush on Draco.

Okay babe so I did the dorm thing the other way around bc I couldn’t really see how the ENTIRE Gryffindor dorms would be useless and I did see how it would work with the Slytherin dorms so enjoy :DD

Also this is a no voldemort au I guess

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“Flooded.” Draco repeats.

“Yes, flooded.” Snape says calmly. “The merepeople are in their mating season, so we have decided it best not to bother them until it is over, in four weeks.”

“Four weeks?” Several students demand. “Where are we supposed to stay?”

“There’s no place big enough to put all of you, so we’ll have to split you up.” Snape says. “First through third years, you’ll be staying with Hufflepuffs. Fourth and fifth years you’ll stay at Ravenclaw tower, and sixth and seventh years you’ll stay with the Gryffindors.”

There are several groans and dissatisfied comments, but no one’s stupid enough to bring them up to Snape directly.

Draco can feel his face heating, and they’re not even there. Fuck, but it had to be the Gryffindors. It could’ve been the Hufflepuffs or the Ravenclaws, Houses where Draco doesn’t have a crush on anyone, but no. Of course it’s the Gryffindors, with Harry Potter and his bloody green eyes and dark hair, who hates Draco. Who Draco doesn’t hate at all.

Honestly, this is going to end with Draco embarrassing himself terribly.

It doesn’t have to be him, he comforts himself lightly. There are a lot of other Gryffindor boys, I probably won’t be in his dorm.

“Four weeks?” Several Gryffindors demand, Ron among them. “We’re supposed to host them for four weeks?”

McGonagall looks over them sternly. “Yes.” The Gryffindors begin to protest, but she continues speaking calmly. “And I expect you all to be on your best behavior. Understood?”

Everyone grumbles their agreement, and Harry groans.

“Wait,” Hermione says, because, of course, she’s the one to think of everything. “Will they be rooming with us?”

A new wave of protests begins even before McGonagall has answered. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

The Gryffindor bedrooms are exactly the same as the Slytherin ones - with the exception that you can see the Black Lake through the Slytherin ones, and these ones are filled with sunlight instead of the murky, filtered sunlight that Draco’s used to - but with three extra beds in each of them, the room’s incredibly cramped.

And of course - of course - Draco not only did get appointed to Potter’s dorm, but he got the bed next to Potter’s. Obviously.

“This is going to be crap.” Blaise says, looking around at the room. The five Gryffindors inside are glaring at them - not that he cares - and Draco sighs. He doesn’t want to be stuck here four weeks. Especially not next to Potter.

“Oh, really?” The Weasel asks, glare narrowing. “Because we were all so excited.”

Draco rolls his eyes and ignores them. He doesn’t know what it is that Blaise hates so much about the Weasel; secretly, he thinks that Blaise has feelings for the git - which Draco thinks is disgusting, because Gryffindors - but he can hardly talk.

He walks over to his bed - Potter is standing next to it, leaning against the poster of his own bed, arms crossed and scowling - and leaves his things in it.

“Nothing to say, Malfoy?” Potter asks with a cocked eyebrow.

Draco lifts an eyebrow back and drawls, “Pointing out everything that is wrong with this isn’t even worth my time, Potter.”

Potter clenches his jaw - and he looks so, so attractive like that, which is part of the reason why Draco enjoys making him angry - and tightens his fists at his sides.

Not angry enough, then, yet, Draco thinks.

The other reason Draco enjoys angering him so much is because Potter gets… physical, in his anger. He grabs the front of Draco’s shirt, or pushes him against the wall, and though Draco will die before he admits to it, it turns him on.

Also it’s entirely too pleasurable to be able to get under Potter’s skin, when no one else seems to be able to.

Potter doesn’t respond, so Draco turns on his heel and walks away.

“Where are you going?” Theo asks as he passes him.

“Anywhere but here,” Draco responds.

Harry doesn’t think about how Malfoy is on the bed next to him. Well, he does, but only because it’s annoying. Of all Slytherins that he could have sleeping at his side, it had to be Malfoy.

He can’t sleep - somehow Malfoy’s fault, Harry’s convinced - and he’s frustrated, Merlin knows why.

He lets out an annoyed groan and opens the drapes to his bed to get some air - it was getting suffocating - and looks around the dark dorm. With the extra beds, there’s barely any room to stand, so he doesn’t.

Most of the drapes are closed - Neville always sleeps with his open, because he’s afraid of the shadows through the drapes - but he can see the shadows in them. He’s contemplating grabbing the map and the cloak and walking around - his dad gave it to him in his third year, and the only teacher Harry hadn’t been able to get past with it had been Remus - when there’s a small sound to his left.

He looks over to Malfoy’s bed, frowning lightly.

He can see Malfoy’s shadow in the bed, and he appears to be asleep, so Harry doesn’t know where the sound came from. He’s half convinced he imagined it when there’s another one, and it’s definitely coming from Malfoy’s bed.

Another few sounds, and Harry realizes they’re words. He leans closer to listen better, wondering if Malfoy is speaking to someone.

“No… ‘s not fair… ‘s shiny…” Harry snorts. Somehow the idea of Malfoy sleep-talking is… not entirely disgusting. He’ll die before he admits that, though. “‘So shiny… mmhmm… huggable.”

Malfoy continues muttering, but it’s nonsense, so Harry leans away. The fact that Malfoy’s mumbling about something that’s huggable and shiny is very weird to Harry. He’d been half-convinced that the prick only dreamt up new insults for him.

And though he will never admit it - never - it’s… adorable.

Harry shudders. He never wants to think of Malfoy and adorable in the same context.

Sharing a common room is more complicated than Draco thought it would be. It’s packed, and though him, Blaise, Theo, and Pansy are sitting near the windows, he feels suffocated.

Pansy’s going on about Granger and her hair - or her eyes, or whatever the fuck it is today - while Draco muses about how three of the four of them have crushes on Gryffindors and how ridiculous it is, considering how much they’re supposed to hate the house.

And don’t get him wrong, Draco still hates the house. He thinks they’re a bunch of bloody morons who have hearts bigger than their brains. They’re reckless, and dense, and pathetically passionate about everything.

He also hates that those are a lot of the things he likes about Harry Potter. He’d given up on his crush going away by fourth year, so by now he’s learned to simply… live with it. He catches sight of Potter in the halls and if his brain goes ‘he looks so good today’ or ‘his eyes’, or simply goes entirely blank, he’s learned to wait it out. When he finally gets it working again he insults Potter badly enough that the git will never figure out Draco has a crush on him.

He thinks.

Malfoy sleep walks.

It’s a terrifying discovery when Harry’s in the middle of sneaking out of the dorm to go for a fly and he’s suddenly faced with Draco Malfoy walking towards the common room.

Because the Gryffindor dorms are not the same as the Slytherin dorms, instead of walking towards the door, Malfoy walks straight into the wall. Harry winces in sympathy at the loud sound.

Though he hadn’t gone far the first few nights, sleeping-Malfoy has evidently gotten better at it, because he doesn’t walk into the wall this time. Harry knows that - logically - he should let it be. He doesn’t care where Malfoy goes. If the git ends up falling down the stairs because he thinks he has to go up them, Harry doesn’t mind.

Hogwarts has a lot of stairs, he thinks, chewing on his lower lip.

Fuck, but he already knows what he’s going to do.

Grabbing the cloak and cursing colorfully, he slips out the door and follows Malfoy. He manages to get out of the common room without hurting himself, but when they’re outside, he takes a wrong turn and nearly falls down the stairs.

Harry casts a levitating charm just in time - he’s not going to touch Malfoy because he doesn’t want to wake him - and the prick regains his footing, seemingly okay with the fact that he’s going down the stairs when he meant to go up them.

Harry follows him throughout the castle - he has to intervene and turn Malfoy around, levitate him, or outright grab the collar of his shirt to keep him from falling down or knocking into walls - and soon enough he finds himself in the seventh floor corridor. He doesn’t know where Malfoy thinks he’s going - he was muttering a lot about cruppies and warm - but the door he opens happens to be the one to the room of requirement.

When he walks in, the place has a few sofas, a fireplace, and books. A lot of books.

Bloody nerd, he thinks, rolling his eyes fondly.

Malfoy sits on the couch and snuggles into the cushions. It’s…

Not adorable, Harry thinks firmly. Not again.

Malfoy begins muttering about grades and papers that are due - Harry half wonders if Hermione does that - and Harry sighs and sits on the other sofa, settling in for whenever the blond git decides to go back to their room.

It becomes a routine. Harry sleeps lightly, and any sound that alerts him that Malfoy has gotten up wakes him up. He follows the git to the room of requirement again, then to the library, even to the astronomy tower - Malfoy, even asleep, looks confused when he sits down and there’s nothing - evidently not the room he’d meant to end up in - and after he falls on his arse and merely sighs and gets up again, Harry realizes that he’s a deep sleeper. A very deep sleeper.

Harry - because he doesn’t have the time to wait around for when Malfoy decides to go back to their room, and sometimes Malfoy doesn’t even do that, merely falls asleep soundly wherever they are - has taken to carrying Malfoy back to their dorm.

He doesn’t know why, but when he’s holding Malfoy close to his chest and he’s muttering about assorted sweets, face slack and sweet, Harry feels… content.

Giddy, even.

It needs to stop.

Of course, Malfoy hasn’t become less of a git when he’s awake, but Harry… doesn’t quite mind it now. It seems impossible to take Malfoy’s insults seriously when Harry’s heard him babble about how much he loves potatoes in his sleep.

So, instead of insulting him back, Harry has passed on to complimenting him.

It makes Malfoy turn red, and Harry doesn’t want to think about why that’s the most satisfying reaction he’s ever gotten out of Malfoy.

Of course, when he discovers that calling Malfoy sweetheart literally turns him scarlet, he begins calling Malfoy that every day.

Both Ron and Hermione seem very confused as to what’s going on.

Harry is, too, if he’s honest, but he’s rolling with it.

“You’re being weird.” Draco snaps outright at Potter.

Potter only raises an eyebrow calmly, not bothering to look up from the book he’s reading.

“Am I, sweetheart?” he asks.

The common room is emtpy - it’s Friday afternoon, and everyone’s watching the Quidditch match - except for them.

“Yes,” Draco huffs. “So cut it out.”

“Cut what out?” Potter asks. He looks up for a moment, and then back down at his book. “You have nice eyes.”

Draco’s entire face burns. “That!” He snaps, ignoring his blush. “Complimenting me. Calling me sweetheart.”

“No?” Potter asks. “Would you prefer love? Darling?”

Draco would very much enjoy to be called that. By Potter, specifically.

“No!” He says anyways.

“I like that it makes you blush.” Harry says.

Draco’s face gets hotter, and he splutters for a second. “I - you - I - no.”

“Yes,” Potter affirms.

“No!” Draco says. “I mean no! That’s not what we do!”

“What do we do again?” Potter finally looks up from his book and at Draco, and Draco’s satisfied for a moment, until Potter stands up. He’s not taller than Draco, but he’s broader around the shoulders, and the way he’s staring at him… it makes Draco feel odd. “Argue? Throw insults? I’m finding this to be way more fun, sweetheart.”

And then he presses a kiss to Draco’s nose and leaves.

A kiss.

To Draco’s nose.

And leaves.

Draco collapses on the couch.

That night, Harry’s woken because someone draws the drapes of his bed back. He’s about to say something when he realizes it’s Malfoy, and that he’s asleep.

Malfoy crawls into his bed and snuggles close to Harry - Harry freezes, because as much as the flirting was fun when it flustered Malfoy, this is… actually not entirely uncomfortable, he realizes.

It feels nice.

He wraps an arm hesitantly around Malfoy - Malfoy lets out a very attractive, satified moan - and Harry groans and slaps a hand to his forehead.

Fuck, he thinks. I like him now, don’t I?

This was a bad idea.

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I’ve been struggling with my writing for the last couple of days, and nothing was really helping, until @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed gave me the below prompt. Thank you, I love you.

‘Single dad Zayn needing a babysitter REALLY badly bc if he misses his exam he gets kicked out of school so he sorta asks his new neighbour Liam if please please he can watch her for a few hours’

Hope you enjoy!

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“I’m so sorry mate, you know we would if we could but I’ve had to go into work today, and Haz’s got that shoot.”

Zayn squeezed his eyes shut, his free hand rubbing at his temples. Akilah was watching him with wide eyes from the floor, her thumb shoved in her mouth; he didn’t have the heart today to try and break the habit.

“It’s fine Lou, thanks anyway,” he sighed. “I’ll give Niall a call, see if he can watch her.” He already knew he couldn’t, remembered the meetings he said he had today, but the white lie was better than the additional guilt that it’d make Louis feel. “We’ll catch up soon, yeah?”

After Zayn finished the call, he sank down onto the couch, hands trembling slightly as he tried to figure out what exactly his options were.

His exam was in an hour, a half hour drive away, and his usual babysitter had called this morning with food poisoning. He’d tried desperately to find a replacement, calling everyone he knew until it’d fallen on even calling the people he knew were busy, just in case. The lads were busy, his family all working or at school and too far away to help, the girls he worked with at the restaurant unable to help. He only had one other option, and he just had to pray that Bev from across the hall was home.

A small hand gripped his jeans, and Zayn’s gaze dropped, his eyes softening and his heart melting as Akilah pulled herself up, holding onto his knees.

“Baba, snack now?”

“Hi, mere chand.” Zayn ran an affectionate hand through her hair, grinning when she tried to bat it away, even though it was slightly strained. “I’ve packed some snacks for you because Baba has to go to school.” He stood up, heaving Akilah up with him with a woo that made her giggle. “Do you want to go see Mrs Johnson? See if you spend some time with her while I’m at school?”

She shoved her thumb back into her mouth as Zayn moved to grab her bag from the kitchen. “Yeah!”

Zayn blew out a breath as he moved through the flat and across the hall, knocking gently and hoping with everything he had that she was home and -

“Zayn dear! And Akilah, how are you, sweet girl?” Bev cooed, but Zayn’s heart sank when he realised she had her coat on and her handbag. “What can I do for you, love?”

Zayn gripped Akilah tightly to his body, hoping her weight and humming in his ear would settle him. “I - I have an exam in less than an hour and no one can watch her, and I’ve already rescheduled once and if I can’t make it, I’m gonna get kicked out of the class and I won’t be able to graduate Bev, and I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where else to go.”

The trembling in his hands grew when Bev’s face fell, and she immediately looked regretful. He looked down to hide the stinging at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m so sorry love, I have an important appointment, but it’s okay,” she said firmly, slow hand coming up to lightly pat his face, wiping a tear from his cheek, “because you should go and ask Liam.”

Zayn’s eyebrows furrowed as Akilah started to squirm. He popped her carefully on the ground and pushed the heel of his hands into his eyes. “Who’s Liam?”

Bev made a soft noise, pushing gently at his chest as she moved out of the doorway and shut it behind her. “The lovely man who just moved in next to you! He’s such a sweetheart, Zayn, and I was just talking to him about his little nieces and nephews,” she mused, gesturing at Liam’s door as she moved towards the lift. “I’m sure he won’t mind, he’s very kind,” she stopped, turning to fix him with a sly grin, “and he’s very handsome.”

“I can’t leave her with a stranger, Bev! I don’t even know him,” he hissed, ignoring the knowing look on face.

“Yes well, I do dear, and he’s very lovely. He’ll look after her well, I’m sure,” she said happily, “and maybe you too, if you’d let him.”

Zayn spluttered, heat rushing to his cheeks as he tried to protest quietly, but she cheerfully waved him off. He didn’t know this man, had never even met him, but he’d officially run out of options. There was no harm in trying, he supposed, no other real choice.

He knelt down, his knee digging harshly into the carpet. “Okay, are you ready to meet someone new? His name’s Liam, apparently.” He tried to sound positive, but he could tell from the hesitance on his little girl’s face that he hadn’t succeeded.

“I guess so,” she mumbled around her thumb, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung, and Zayn couldnt stop the heavy feeling settling in his stomach.

He lifted her off the ground, pressing a kiss to her temple, and stood in front of his neighbour’s door. He could hear soft music coming from inside, a soft melody and careful bass. Zayn was running out of time, so he took a deep breath, and knocked firmly. He bounced Akilah gently on his hip, realising that she was getting too old for this now, really, but she was helping to settle his nerves and surely it wasn’t really a bad thing -

The door swung open, and Zayn’s breath caught in his throat.

The man standing in the doorway, soft grin and curious eyes, muscled arms and what looked like flour in his hair, was one of the most attractive men he’d ever seen, and Zayn did not have time for a breakdown right now.

“Hello, can I help you?” His voice was low and warm, and his smile widened when he noticed Akilah, and oh. There were crinkles at the corners of his eyes and he was covered in tattoos and Zayn was half a second away from thinking that his exam could go and fuck itself before Liam spoke again. “Oh, hello pretty girl! I’m Liam, who are you?” Liam reached out to shake her foot softly.

Zayn was frozen, and all he could do was watch as Akilah shyly drew her thumb out of mouth and eyed Liam carefully.

“Akilah. This is my Baba.”

Liam’s eyes snapped to his, and his smile shifted, no less genuine but something behind it now that filled Zayn with warmth.

“Uh, hi, ‘m Zayn. I live next door.” He reached forward awkwardly to shake Liam’s hand, and his grip was strong and he really needed to focus.

“I’m Liam, but you already know that,” Liam laughed, and his eyes only moved from Zayn’s quickly to check on where Akilah was squirming.

Zayn sighed and put her down. “Careful please darling, just stand here a moment.” He steeled himself, and then just allowed himself to ramble. “I know we only just met, and I’m so sorry to ask anything of you, but I have an exam at school and no one else can watch her and Bev said you might be free and I’m sure you don’t want to spend the afternoon looking after a kid you don’t know and we don’t even know each other but I can’t miss this and I’m desperate Liam, and —.”

“Zayn,” Liam held up a hand, stained green with what looked like food dye. “Of course I can watch her, you need to get to your exam. I promise it’s okay, alright? I’ve got a niece around her age, we’ll have fun!” He reached out to gently grip Zayn’s bicep, and Zayn almost whined at the contact.

It’d been years since he’d had any kind of relationship, bar a one night stand almost a year ago, and now even this was almost erring in the side of too much. Inappropriate really, considering the situation. Zayn shook his head and let the words sink in.

“Wait, really?” Relief flooded through him, and he quickly shoved the bag at Liam. “There’s snacks and some games and drawing stuff in there, some diapers as well, and some wipes.” He picked Akilah up again as Liam waved at her out of the corner of his eye. “Mere chand, I have to go to school, okay? Do you wanna stay with Liam for a little while? I’ll be back as soon as I can, but you’ll have fun, yeah?”

Akilah grinned suddenly at him, and reached out for Liam in a way that she’d never done with a new person before. Zayn swore quietly, and handed her to him properly, heart stuttering in his chest as he watched the two of them smile at each other.

“Lee-yum! We’ll have fun, bye Baba.” She wasn’t even looking at Zayn when she said it, eyes wide and focused on Liam, and Zayn could definitely relate.

“Yeah Baba, we’ll have fun,” Liam murmured, gaze back on Zayn, and bounced Akilah on his hip, and Zayn’s heart stuttered in his chest. “I was just doing some baking for my sister’s party tonight, do you wanna help me?”

Akilah squirmed again, in Liam’s arms this time, pumping her tiny fist in the air in a way she only could’ve learned from Harry, and Zayn rolled his eyes fondly at the cheer she let out. So much for being worried, then.

Zayn would’ve stared at the image forever, but he was definitely going to be late if he didn’t leave.

“Be good for Liam, okay love?” He darted forward to kiss her forehead, “and I’ll be back soon. Liam,” he reached out to cling to Liam’s forearm, his thumb running circles into his wrist. “Thank you, I’m beyond grateful, I can’t even explain it.”

“Zayn!” Liam laughed, swaying slightly so Akilah laughed. “Just go, okay? I’m more than happy to help. Can I have your number?” He was smirking now, and there was no way Zayn was going to be able to concentrate on his exam. “Just in case something happens.”

Zayn quickly put his number in Liam’s phone, hands still trembling slightly. “Okay, I’ll just,” he jabbed his thumb awkwardly towards the lift, “I’ll just go.”

Liam’s grin turned slightly wicked. “Okay. Good luck, Zayn.”

Zayn started walking backwards now, soaking in the sight of his beautiful daughter giggling in the arms of a gorgeous man. “Thank you. I - I’ll see you later, Leeyum.” He let the teasing word sit in his mouth longer, drawing it out, and the look on Liam’s face made it worth it. Zayn grinned with a final wave, and jogged towards the lift. He was anxiously tapping his foot, waiting for the doors to open, when Liam called his name out into the hall.

Zayn spun around, pulse racing. “Yeah?”

“Maybe when you come back, you could stay for a bit?” Liam seemed slightly shy now, and the answer was obvious even before he kept talking. “I have some cakes and biscuits and scones, and I’m - well, I’m a baker so they’re good, I promise, and —.”

“Liam,” Zayn cut him off, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Absolutely. I’d absolutely love to.”

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fandom-will-be-my-fall · 4 years

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Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

#picpost #fangirl #walter beckett #F/O #didn't plan to make an entire essay #though on the other hand I exactly knew this would happen

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visionmarred-archive · 4 years

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OC Interview meme

and last one!! since my girl’s on my mind today

post-KOTOR 2 and Unknown Regions stuff bc why not have the daughter be happy-ish

Amethylia, Lock, Terran

name ➔ “My full name is Skysargas Ozarai of House Starbrac, third of her name.” With a smile, she adds, “A bit of a mouthful, isn’t it? Please, feel free to call me Sky. It’s so nice to meet you!”

are you single ➔ “I am not, no.” She replies, smile widening by a fraction.

are you happy ➔ “Happiness and I are a funny subject.” She replies, folding her hands together. “I hope you’re happy today. If you’re not, please let me know if there’s anything I can do?”

are you angry ➔ “No, of course not! I’m so sorry if I’ve given you the impression that I’m angry with you - it wasn’t my intent.” She frowns.

are your parents still married ➔ “They are, yes. They’re still quite happy together, and it’s wonderful to see.”

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ “The capital of Serenno, in our family’s manor.” With a quiet laugh, she adds, “There was no need for the hospital. My family was wealthy enough to have medical equipment and a doctor in the comfort of home.”

hair ➔ “Black... but between you and me?” She laughs again. “I dyed it blonde once, when I was 13 years old. Terrible mistake! If I could go back and stop myself from that one...”

eye colour ➔ “Brown. I’ve thought about changing them to blue, but after the blonde hair fiasco, I haven’t been quite brave enough to risk it.” She grins.

birthday ➔ “My birthday? The first month of autumn.” (Libra!)

mood ➔ “I’m doing well, thank you.” She says, smiling politely. “How are you today? Are you doing well?”

gender ➔ “Cis-gendered woman.”

summer or winter ➔ “Hmm... would it be terribly off-putting to answer ‘spring’ instead? I like the temperature more. But of the two, I’m more fond of the summer.”

morning or afternoon ➔ “I think I’ll go with... the afternoon. I love the sunrise, but there’s something so pleasant about the afternoon, how it accompanies knowing you’ve accomplished your goals for the day.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ She looks down, grinning and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why, very much so. He’s a ruffian, but he’s very near and dear to my heart.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “That’d be so romantic, wouldn’t it?” She asks, looking up again. “I’d like to think it’s possible. Not probable, perhaps, but it’s still such a sweet thought!”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “I suppose that depends on what you’d define as a relationship, wouldn’t it? I... had more than one fling during my years in exile. The company of others was nice, but it never lasted beyond the night.” She purposefully excludes the fact that she left those partners as soon as she woke up. “I shared... something, with my dearest friend in the Jedi Order. I loved her very much. But she wanted to stay, and I left for the war. I suppose we both ended that.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Her smile turns sad. “I’m not proud of it. But yes. I can only hope that she and I won’t hate each other someday.”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ She laughs a bit nervously. “To a degree, well, yes. And I worry about hurting others.” She wrings her hands together, looking down. “I’m trying to overcome those fears. It’s easier, now that I have my bonding powers under control. I still have days where I’m afraid, but I try not to be. Atton’s worth the effort.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ She laughs again, more genuinely. “Terran’s very fond of hugs. So is Mical. So am I!”

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “None that I know of... but with my bonding powers as they were, I suppose I wouldn’t be surprised.” She says, looking a bit uncomfortable.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ She traces her fingers down the scars on her left arm. “Well... I suppose we all have in our own ways, haven’t we?” She replies noncommittally.

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Lust was... easier to deal with, for so long.” With a small smile, she continues. “But love is irreplaceable, isn’t it?”

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade. Especially with berries in it!”

cats or dogs ➔ “I’d feel mean for choosing! Both of them are so cute.”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Maybe it’s cheating, but I hate to choose here as well. There’s such wonderful things about both.” After a moment’s consideration, she says, “I think... a few best friends. It’s taken a while for me to get there, but having a few, close friends to be able to rely on is a wonderful thing.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ She grins somewhat coyly. “In my experience, the wild nights out have always led to romantic nights in.”

day or night ➔ “I think... the night. For the same reasons as when you asked me about mornings or afternoons - I like being able to know what I accomplished during the day.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ She twirls some hair around her finger. “More than once, back in the Order. But I got stealthier.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ She brings her hand to her cheek. “Ahh... yes, just once. So embarrassing!”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Well... yes, I have, but please forgive me. I don’t wish to go into the specifics.”

wanted to disappear ➔ She looks down, smile still on her face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t wish to answer this question either, please.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “If you mean in terms of attraction, it depends on the person. But I do love seeing people happy.”

shorter or taller ➔ She laughs. “I don’t usually meet people that are shorter than myself. I prefer tall, as it is.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “What they make you feel is more important, I think? If I’m understanding the question correctly?”

hook-up or relationship ➔ She laughs quietly. “For eight years, it was just hook-ups. It had its fun, but I don’t want to leave my relationship to go back to that.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ “My brother Terran and I get along quite well. I suppose it’s hard not to bond with someone when you help protect the galaxy alongside them twice.” She says, smiling fondly. “As for the rest of my family... we were apart for so long. I would like to get to know them again.”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Ha!” She barks out, before clapping her hands over her mouth. “Oh, forgive me... ah ha, maybe I would.”

have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Technically, yes. Joining the war against the Jedi Council’s wishes, going with Revan and Malak...” She rests her chin on her hand. “I had thought about it before, when I hadn’t even heard of the war. Being a Jedi wasn’t for me, I suppose.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ She closes her eyes for a moment before replying. “There is a reason they call me the Jedi Exile. I suppose I could return now, if I wished.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Why, of course - of course not!” She says, shaking her head. “How cruel.” (she doesn’t like G0-T0 or HK-47)

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Of course.” She says, smiling politely.

who is your best friend ➔ “In a way, all of my friends from my journey to stop the Sith are my best friends. I wouldn’t want to pick between them!”

who knows everything about you ➔ She puts her hand on her chin, humming for a moment before replying. “If anybody does, it’d be Atton. And even if he doesn’t, I think he knows more than I’ve ever really shared with anybody else.” She’s about to leave it there, when another thought crosses her mind. “And when she was alive... Kreia. I think she knew me better than I knew myself. I miss her.”

#KOTOR tag #and w that. I've done all my KOTOR babies #OC: Skysargas

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askmyboys · 4 years

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Dean and Jason

Names: Dean Williamson and Jason Bishop | Genders: Male | Ages: Dean is 32 and Jason is 34 | Heights: Dean is 5'0" and Jason is 7'5" | Species/Race: Humans | Eye Colors: Dean's eye color is Forest Green (both their eye colors are going to be for their meanings mostly), and Jason has heterochromia- his left eye is Steel Gray, his right eye is Shadow Black. | Hair Colors: Dean's is Ginger (his hairstyle is a messy undercut), and Jason's hair color is black (and his hairstyle is an extreme spiky quiff) | Appearances: Dean l o v e s hoodies, he has a full collection of hoodies and its about all he wears tbh, his main hoodie is one that has the words "Fuck Off" written on the front and "Fuck You" on the back of it, he wears some ripped blue jeans to go along with it- most of his pants are ripped and the non-hoodie clothing is also ripped mostly (thats not the reason he mainly wears hoodies tho, their just more comfy ya know?), he also wears combat boots as well (oh and as a bonus he also loves tank tops- he just wears hoodies more), whenever he DOES wear his tank tops however- he usually has white bandages wrapped around his wrists and down his arms a bit (you know- like how some of those wrestlers wear sometimes), he's not SUPER muscular but you can tell he works out for sure, he also has a lot of scars on him- nothing TOO prominent- it just looks like he got into a lotta fights mostly (and of course, he has a circle beard that matches his hair color) Jason usually wears tank tops mostly, his jeans either have chains hanging down them or their ripped jeans, and of course combat boots as well- sometimes if he REALLY feels like it, he'll put on a... "fancier" outfit, those outfits are usually leather jackets with spikes on them, black fingerless driving gloves (ya know those ones that expose the fingers for one obvs but also they kinda reveal the knuckles too), the pants stay the same in both his main and secondary outfits tbh, he has a full beard, and oh BOY does this man look strong- he looks like he can easily lift a thousand pounds (not that GROSS OVERLY muscle-y look either btw just wanna make that v clear but he just looks- Idk- is beefy the right term to use? Lmao- you can tell I dont know shit bout exercise or any terms), he also has a TON of scars on him even on his face, he's covered almost head to toe in scars- big boy's been through a lot. | Personalities: Dean is a rough rowdy boy who won't take shit from anyone even IF he knows they could easily kick his ass, absolutely against authority- don't tell him what to do and stay out of his way while he's doing it or else he'll mess you up! He LOVES to fight tbh in general so sometimes he'll go picking a fight for just no reason if he's bored enough that is, he l o v e s to cause trouble and honestly hearing people scream in frustration at what he did or caused is always funny, he likes to pull "pranks" on people as well to frustrate them further, honestly you might as well consider him a masochist at this point because he seems to enjoy pain well enough, absolutely without a d o u b t LOVES mindless carnage, p much a bad boy? like jfc- this dude needs to seriously chill out, he's not a fair fighter either so you better believe he'll use weapons if he gets the chance. (tl;dr: Rough rowdy boy, will not take shit from anyone even if he knows they could beat him up, "Fuck authority and fuck your rules I do what I want bitches", loves a good brawl for sure- he is DTF 24/7 (Down to Fight lmao I couldnt resist), has some v e r y prominent masochistic and hell even SADISTIC tendencies at this point, loves to prank people and watch them grow more frustrated, loves frustrating people in general tbh, needs to chill but he won't, an absolute dirty fighter and he WILL use weapons against someone if he can, mindless carnage is his J A M, he does have a soft side however, but uh, his "Soft side" is only for ONE person and one person only h e h) Jason is.... pretty opposite of Dean, he doesn't start fights for the hell of it but uh he definitely won't take shit from nobody if they even dare mess with him or especially Dean, people don't usually mess with him anyways tbh- their too terrified bc he's s o tall and beefy looking that it intimidates people- not to mention the look he usually has on his face- he scowls a lot which just adds to the intimidation factor, he's pretty quiet most of the time (wow completely opposite of Dean in that regard, Dean is a LOUD BOI), he might look all intimidating and scary but honestly, that's because.... He absolutely is, he WILL snap your neck like a twig if you mess with him or god forbid Dean, he only has a soft side for o n e man, and it should be obvious by now lmao, a loner type mostly, you can usually find him in the back because its dark and quiet, now I won't say he doesn't have sadistic urges sometimes bc he absolutely does- he just has good self restraint ...most of the time anyways... he's not really a masochist but honestly he must have a HIGH pain tolerance because he BARELY reacts when someone punches or even cuts him. (tl;dr: Opposite of Dean in MANY ways, he doesn't start fights for the hell of it, but can and will defend himself if the situation calls for it, will not take no one's shit for sure, VERY intimidating- even one look usually sends people running, scowls like- a LOT- like Dean: "Don't you like, e v e r smile?" *cut to Jason smiling but its v e r y unsettling and disturbing looking* " Holy fuck... Nevermind...", usually hangs out in the background somewhere- where its quiet n dark p much, loner type BUT the only person he really likes hanging out with is Dean despite how annoying the little punk can be sometimes, definitely has some sadistic urges but his self restraint can be a great deal of help when those urges come around, not a masochist at all he just has a HIGH pain tolerance and doesn't even flinch at anything hardly, hell most of the time the most he'd do is s t a g g e r a bit if ya hit him with a weapon that is or run into him) | Side Facts: I will say, Dean and Jason DO fight each other a lot, arguments and even physical stuff BUT- lemme make it clear, they'd never hurt each other TOO badly, they just love to rough each other up a bit sometimes, its fun to them and they never have any hard feelings against each other about it- bc they do both love to fight, I mean- that dont mean they don't get salty if one beats the other in a fight, they do know self control and restraint when fighting each other however- they'd n e v e r ACTUALLY cause serious damage, they just a couple o' rowdy boys who are super fucking gay for each other. Yep. you heard me, the truth is out- Dean has a crush on Jason, and Jason has a crush on Dean- BUT... They don't actually know it, like sure- they know one another won't seriously hurt each other which both of them respect each other for that, but Jason doesn't know Dean has a crush on him, and Dean doesn't know Jason has a crush on him especially, I mean hell- Jason looks like he barely has any emotion and the only time he does is when he CAN cause some mindless carnage or destruction- most of the time he just looks pissed off. Truth be told, this is the only time they've ever r e a l l y been afraid tho... like, Dean's scared to tell Jason his feelings bc what if Jason rejects him or for some reason gets really pissed and p much leaves him there all alone, he just has a lot of fear and anxiety over this kinda thing, and Jason... he doesn't think Dean will feel the same and just make fun of him for that like "lmao your g a y? Gross dude" (listen, let's get one thing straight, first of all- their not, second of all- Dean IS an asshole BUT he's not THAT kinda asshole lmao) so Jason's got some fears of this too their just significantly different than Dean's- so if ANYONE of them tells each other bout the feelings, it'll probs be Dean firsthand- Jason's just gonna keep quiet of that in fear Dean'll make fun of him for this kinda feeling, especially towards h i m- its essentially just two dudes who's super gay for each other but terrified to tell each other about the other's feelings n shit. In Dean's spare time he usually chills out well, anywhere he really wants too (he can honestly be super chill, like MORE SO than usual when Jason's around and he knows it), but he'll usually kick back and relax and listen to some music on his phone- his favorite genre is heavy metal, punk rock, or just anything rock in general mostly- he better be glad he has headphones bc Jason would probably become v e r y irritated hearing that loud music all the time, or if music doesn't appeal to Dean at the moment- he'll watch some videos instead- he doesn't do m u c h in his spare time aside from those and well, most of the times he'll work out with Jason- which even tho Dean can be loud most of the time, Jason seems to, well from Dean's perspective- he "tolerates" his presence p much. In Jason's spare time he usually just hangs out in "the back" he likes the darker areas and the much more quiet areas, usually whenever he's got spare time he works out a L O T- along with Dean, who again, this is from Jason's perspective now- Jason actually loves having Dean around to work out with, its nice in a way... Aside from work outs, he'll sometimes read some books, listen to some music of his own, orrr watch videos on his phone as well, there is ONE thing he does aside from that though... He loves to find and collect certain items that he k n o w s he could make weapons out of, at first, Dean didn't understand why the fuck Jason was collecting all this junk but he didn't dare question it, but after a long while... Jason had came out from his little area and he gave Dean a few weapons, ranging from a baseball bat to a knife- which, Dean- he actually genuinely smiled- not that shit eating grin that's usually plastered on his face but a genuine smile came from this boy, he... he absolutely loved those weapons- he treats them fondly too even to this day.

#dean williamson #jason bishop #new ocs #my ocs #punk boys #rough rowdy boys is what they are tbh #they also super gay for each other #so have these boys

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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Best Laid Plans (Ryan Seaman x Reader)

Pairing: Ryan Seaman x Reader Rating: General Requested By: scrolling-my-life-away “Ok so either with frank or Ryan S (bc there are not enough of him) where band members keep trying to awkwardly get y’all together but it’s super cute and just lots of fluff!” Word Count: 1,700 Author’s Note: Wrote it with Ryan Seaman because there really needs to be more of him! Also what is with me and cute old people in Ryan stories?

"I can't stand it any longer," Dallon announced. "I refuse to sit by idly any longer, I have to do something."

"Babe, they're adults, they'll figure it out soon enough, don't worry about it." Dallon paced around the front of the bus as Breezy looked on, slightly exasperated.

"No, this is getting excruciating, I'm taking action." With that Dallon marched over to where you and Ryan were talking.

"Hey guys," he said with a sweet tone. “I'm bored, and I was just talking to Breezy and we've never been to this next city before, so we're thinking we can pair off and do a photo scavenger hunt.”

“Oh fun!” You replied. “Boys versus girls?”

“No!” Dallon quickly snapped and both you and Ryan looked at him surprised. “I just wanna spend some time with my wife, why don't you guys team up. I’ll send out the lists when we get there.”

You had been traveling with the band photographing all their shows and backstage moments. You considered yourself to be the documentarian of the beginning of the rise of IDKHow. When you were first hired on, you clicked with the band immediately, but more so with Ryan. You always kept it professional, but you somehow ended up with more shots of the drummer than what you could reasonably use. Ryan always seemed to gravitate to you whenever he had a free moment, such as during the long hauls between cities, looking for any excuse to talk to you.

When you arrived in town Dallon had found, and then specifically edited, the scavenger hunt list, to make it so you were most likely to end up in a flirtatious situation of two.

“Sound check is at 5:30, so that’s the cut off. We will see you losers when we get back.”

“Yea right,” you retorted as you started to skim over the list. Breezy and Dallon hurried out of the bus as Ryan peered over your shoulder at the list on your phone.

“A flyer for a local event, we could use the concert tonight! A red door, a kissing couple, oh they’re just gonna take a selfie for that one, aren’t they?”

“That’s what we get for letting Dallon plan the list, I guess. Ready to go?”

“Let’s do this!”

You and Ryan wandered around the city center looking for options. The town they were playing was a university town and luckily the school colors were red and white, so red doors were plentiful. You took photos of the items, and Ryan posted updates to his Instagram stories.

“Hey guys, I’m out here hanging with (YN) and we are currently beating Dallon and Breezy at this scavenger hunt,” he said into the phone as you attempted to take a photo of some baby ducks. He watched you fondly as you made noises to get the ducks to look your way. “Hey (YN), wanna really mess up Dallon's game?”

“Obviously,” you replied, your competitive side taking over.

“Come here,” you sat down next to him as he started the next video. “Alright guys, if you’re coming to our show tonight, know that Dallon is wandering out down here, and if you like me and (YN) at all, you'll go get in their way, thanks!” He signed off with a laugh. You couldn't hide your surprise at the dirty trick he just played on them. “See how well their unfair advantage works now!” Ryan said getting up.

“We only have like 2 more left,” you said looking over the list. “A kissing couple,” you felt your cheeks turn a little pink thinking it would be so fun to lean up and kiss Ryan right then, but you weren’t a couple, and that’s what you needed. You scanned the park and saw an old couple getting ice cream for the grandson. “Bingo!” you said as you started over toward them.

“Excuse me, are you two married?” You asked politely as you approached.

“45 years!” the old man exclaimed with a smile that put a smile on Ryan and your faces as well.

“We're doing a photo scavenger hunt and we need a photo of a couple kissing; can we take your photo?” Ryan asked.

“We won't put it up on the internet or anything, it’s just for us to show the other team.”

“I suppose that would be fine,” the old lady said before turning to her husband with her lips puckered. They kissed long enough for you to get a great photo of them with their grandson looking slightly disgusted off to the side. It was funny and cute.

“This turned out great, thank you so much for your help,” you said before walking away with Ryan.

“Why didn't they just kiss each other!” The old woman asked her husband when you were out of earshot.

“I thought they were going to ask me to take their picture with one of those smartphones, I’m glad they didn't, I probably would have deleted everything!”

You reconvened with Dallon and Breezy to review the photos you took. As you scrolled through your phones, comparing what they got versus your team, they got to a photo of them kissing.

“I knew that’s what you would do,” Ryan commented.

“Yea well, what did you guys do?” Dallon retorted.

“We met the cutest old couple, they’ve been married for 45 years!” You said pulling up the photo. Breezy aww'ed at the photo but Dallon threw up his hands, exasperated. You glanced at Ryan, who shot you a confused look as well as you continued comparing the results of the scavenger hunt.

A couple days later you were in another new town with an extra day before the show. These types of days were pretty rare on the tour, so everyone was excited. Dallon decided that it was time to try another way to get you and Ryan together.

"A bunch of us are going out to dinner tonight, you wanna come along?" Dallon asked you and Ryan casually that morning.

"Yea, sure sounds great," you said.

"Yea I'm in," Ryan replied.

"Perfect, the reservation will be under my name in case we're running like," Dallon said as he walked away.

"Why would he be late to his own dinner plans?" You asked.

"I dunno, but he's been acting weird lately."

You watched through narrowed eyes as Dallon went back over by his wife and started saying something to her. “Very suspicious.”

Ryan just shrugged. "I'm just excited to eat something on this tour besides fast food."

"Same," you replied.

You arrived at the restaurant a little early. You gave the hostess Dallon's name and you were led to a table for two secluded from the rest of the tables, lit warmly with a few small candles.

“I think there’s a mistake-” you started as the hostess sat you at the table.

“We were told you might say that, but no, this is for you,” she said before walking away.

You sat there for a few minutes feeling anxious, even more so when you saw who the hostess was bringing over.

“Hi Ryan,” you said when he sat down.

“(YN), wow, you look stunning.” You wear wearing the nicest dress you had brought with you on tour. It was short, black, and had an open back.

“Thanks, you look really nice as well. So, umm, I think I know what’s going on and why Dallon was acting so weird. We're being set up.”

“Definitely a set up,” Ryan replied with a laugh.

“I don't mind,” you said quietly.

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? ‘Cause I don't either.”

You smiled warmly at Ryan, not sure what to say, but you were rescued by the waiter arriving at the table.

“Good evening, my name is Michael and I will be taking care of you tonight. I have been given specific instructions that Mr. Weekes will be taking care of the bill, so please do not hesitate when making your choices. Can I suggest a bottle of wine to get started?”

You were grinning by now, both because of the absurdity that Dallon wanted this to happen so badly, but also because you knew you were about to cut loose on that menu. “I think that sounds like a great idea, Michael.”

After a bottle of wine, almost too much food, and a lot of great conversation, you found Ryan holding your hand in his and he was smiling at you like he could hardly believe this was happening.

You and Ryan walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and down the street toward the hotel where you were all staying.

“Isn't there a park on the other side of the building?” you asked.

“Yea, I think I saw that, wanna check it out?”

“Yea,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze. You didn't want the night to end.

You walked along the path through the park, illuminated by old fashioned street lamps. Eventually you found a bench and sat down.

“Like I said before, I’m actually glad Dallon did this for us. I didn't really realize that you might have feelings for me,” you mumbled.

“I was thinking the same thing. And I didn't know if I should say anything before the tour ended, in case you didn't feel the same.”

“I’m glad this is working out,” you smiled. Ryan took the opportunity to place his hand on your cheek and leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you kissed back. After a moment you pulled back and you were both smiling. Ryan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you snugly against him and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I was thinking,” you started. Ryan mmhmm'ed to let you know he was listening. “What if we play it off like this didn't work and we're still totally clueless to our feelings, just to see if we can get some more free meals put of it.”

Ryan laughed heartily at your suggestion. “That would drive him nuts! Maybe we should. Although I don't know if I can go back to not kissing you every time I want to.”

You looked up at him. “I agree, this is better.”

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#request #Ryan Seaman x Reader #Ryan Seaman/Reader #Ryan Seaman fanfic #idkhow fan fic #i don't know how but they found me #ryan seman x reader #ryan seaman fan fic #ryan seaman fan fiction #ryan seaman imagine #idkhow fan fiction

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peterporkerpeter · 6 years

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Code Red P.VII [Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader]

SUMMARY: When the Avengers are given the mission to acquire a deadly weapon in the possession of a suspicious professor, Y/N must attend a gala in order to charm the professor’s quite dangerous son. Her date to the gala? None other than her crush: Peter Parker himself. That’s bound to make for an interesting evening

CONTAINS: mention of sexual harrassment (for like only a hot sec), blood, swearing, ANGST, FLUFF, peter parker crying oof

WC: 4.000

A/N: i’m so proud of this chapter, it is my favorite one yet and i really hope that you guys like this one. i was listening to some good tunes when i was writing and it got me really in the zone lol. this chapter is extra long bc i was feeling like a generous bitch so i hope yall like it. im literally screaming. hope you have a great day/night! :) Also, some people have mentioned that the tag list isn’t working for them! I’m so sorry about that, and if i’m being honest i have no idea how to fix it lol

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Y/N SLAMMED HER DOOR shut, violently throwing her heels onto the mattress. There were several things she needed to do, the first being to find a new, fresh pair of clothes to change into. Breathing heavily, Y/N shimmied out of her red dress, now stained with dark crimson splotches. She ferreted through her closet, ignoring the bursts of pain from her worn wrists.

She settled on a comfortable cream sweater and a pair of gray sweat pants, feeling better already. She rolled up the sleeves and headed for the bathroom, where she dunked her head down towards the sink, flipping on the faucet. It took a century and a half to get majority of the makeup off her face without irritating her fresh wounds too badly, the water turning a mixture of red, black, and brown.

Y/N patted her face dry, relieved that her skin could finally breathe. The cuts still stung like a bitch, but she couldn't care less. She was home in her room, clothed in something comfortable and no longer in imminent danger for the rest of the night. It was a breath of fresh air to her, not just her skin.

She tried not to think about the way she had treated her team earlier. She knew she was acting mean and impulsive, but the words kept spilling out of her mouth before she could stop them. She just couldn't bare standing in that living room after brushing close with death a handful of times. And her head—God, her head. It would not stop pounding, like someone was driving an ice pick straight into her skull.

The mere thought of Axel's face caused a tremor to spike in her heart. She glanced in the mirror, eyeing the injuries he'd given her as some sick present. The coldness in his eyes still left her afraid. She felt like an idiot, too. She knew something was off, but she still insisted with continuing with the mission regardless of her countering intuition. In some twisted way, she felt like part of it was her own fault. Maybe that's why she acted out—because she was ashamed.

She felt a chill run down her spine, Axel's ghosting touch still grazing along her leg, his hot breath nipping at her ear. It felt like he was on top of her, smothering he beneath him until she couldn't breath. She felt like she was drowning. She didn't want to think of what else a sadistic asshole like him was capable of. She just hoped her team would deal with him.

Warm tears poured down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands, wishing she could just stop thinking for a minute.

Y/N swallowed, shaking her head. She sniffled, then started to tend to her wounds.

THE TEAM ARRIVED HOME fourty-five later, completely drained and exhausted from the demanding evening. It didn't take long for Fury to send in a clean up crew and detain Axel. His father still remained in the wind, but there was no knowing if he was going to be charged for anything or not—at least not by S.H.I.E.L.D. considering the weapon was nowhere to be found. Peter had managed to create a pretty accurate cover story for the gem, not wanting Y/N to get punished for dealing with it on her own accord. He trusted that she knew what she was doing, and he would ask her about it later, just not when she was so vulnerable and upset.

Everyone was concerned for Y/N. She hadn't sent a message or any word at all regarding whether or not she was doing all right. Then again, they didn't really expect to hear from her. They knew she was in a quite sensitive state of mind, and they understood. They've all been where she is at some point in their lives. Pain was inevitable. Only time could tell when Y/N would finally realize that.

"Can we not come in tomorrow?" Clint grumbled rhetorically.

"Is Y/N asleep?" Wanda asked. "Someone needs to make sure she's patched up after the beating she took. And we need to make sure those wrists aren't infected."

"I got it," Peter muttered.

"The other guy looked worse," Natasha grinned sheepishly. "That broken coffee table in there? She slammed him down on top of it with her hands tied. She is a badass, and she'll get through this."

"She shouldn't have to," Tony murmured. His guilty conscience continued to give him a difficult time throughout the night. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight—not with where his thoughts were. Not with the image of her wrists rubbed raw and bleeding engraved in his mind like a tattoo.

Tony turned towards Peter, whose eyes were beginning to droop. The poor kid looked utterly broken down, but he pushed through. All he wanted to do was see Y/N. The older man clasped a hand on his trainee's shoulder. "You did good today, kiddo. Honestly, the teens saved the whole day with this one. You both kicked some major ass. Props to you."

Peter shrugged, fingers tightening around the bag of Chick-Fil-A absentmindedly dangling from his grip. "Doesn't matter. Thanks, but . . . it doesn't matter. I-I don't know why she was so upset with you guys, if anything when I got there she just seemed sad—"

"And that's a normal response to a traumatizing situation," Natasha shook her head. "It's expected to lash out, especially out of shame or embarrassment. And she's still just a kid, Peter. She didn't have her powers, just what she knew from what we taught her. She was scared."

"She will come around tomorrow," Steve added. "Let her rest. Let her eat. It's best to leave her be. Someone will go in and check out her—"

"I can," Peter interjected. "She'll talk to me."

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal the living room of the main floor. The kitchen was untouched, the cold granite countertops wiped clean the precise way they were before the team dispatched. Darkness embodied the room, silence enveloping the homey premises. Peter noticed the familiar outline of a girl standing outside on the balcony, her elbows resting upon the cement wall, eyes looking out amongst the humming city illuminated below.

"There she is," Wanda smiled fondly.

Peter's eyes softened, sparkling faintly in the darkness. A familiar warmth ignited within his chest, his lips parting slightly, curving up to form the faintest smile. It was soft like stardust. He was awestricken and intrigued and nervous. He noticed she was wearing a casual sweater and sweatpants, and she looked just as beautiful as she did earlier in her long, silk gown.

Y/N was nonchalantly manipulating a glowing line of orange tinted energy, watching cathartically as the color twisted to follow the smooth, fluid movements of her fingertips. She seemed at ease for the first time this evening since her and Peter shared their dance; he would give anything just to have her that close to him again.

He could still vaguely feel her lips pressed against his. He remembered the warmth that had curled around him like a cozy blanket afterward. The brokenness in her eyes when he last saw her hurt him more than he anticipated it would. He never wanted to see her like that again—bleeding, crying, fighting for her life. Never. He would do anything to protect her, even if that meant his own demise in the process.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, exhausted eyes falling upon the crowd of people pouring in from the elevator. Her team looked entirely worn out from the intense mission, their bodies hunched and feet dragging wherever they wandered. Clint caught her gaze, the smallest of smiles creeping onto his face. He raised his hand into the air, offering the girl a wave. Y/N waved back with pursed lips and glittering eyes, then turned back around to face the open.

It was always a miraculous sight—the city. In the morning it was buzzing with light and intensity. Sunlight bored down on the cracked streets, cars lulling through frustrating traffic, people honking at their neighbors. The hues were of red and gray variety, shades of beige and powder blue adorning the graffitied walls and painted freight trains. Time was consistent during the day. It was never ending. It went on forever, and so did the people living within it. They got up at the same time every morning and hustled to work, took their lunch break at the bodega or crammed in their office, then went home and repeated the same damn routine all over again the very next day.

And then there was the nighttime, when blackness ascended over the city, and the tangerine sun slipped beneath the horizon. At night the city came alive. It was unpredictable and adventurous. You never knew what the city would do when the lights went out in the sky. Overbearing neon shades illuminated the large, glowing signs of theaters and cinemas, hotels and twenty-four hour diners. The streets were clearer, still littered with cars full of tired adults, hoping to get home to their beds for a few hours of sleep before they had to awake early the following morning.

Y/N could see herself in the city at nighttime, waltzing into unprecedented territories with nothing but a high adrenaline and a desire to see beyond vibrancy of its core.

But it was the transition from day to night that really got her—the part of the day when the stars were hardly out and the sun still managed to remain a glowing orb of glistening orange light in the sky. The stars were distant, like they were gently dusted across a canvas of baby blue, powdered on by a paintbrush like a Monet. There was so much going on in this hour, but the transition made so much sense to her. The more she watched and scrutinized the switch, the more she understood how much night and day were alike. As quickly as time moved during this period, it slowed. Time stopped here. Right on the skyline, the moment always stretching out to form a thousand more.

"Hey," Peter's voice broke her from the impenetrable wall of thoughts towering in her head. "I uh, I brought you food."

Y/N turned to face her friend, ignited eyes falling onto the bag of Chick-Fil-A dangling by his leg. A soft chuckle emitted from her scratchy throat.

"Thanks," the girl whispered. She grabbed the bag from his hands and set it on the nearby table. "How's the team?"

"Worried about you," Peter replied honestly. "And I am too."

"I'm just trying to not think about it at the moment. I've been trying to clear my mind," Y/N sighed. "I kicked that guy's ass, didn't I? Stupid Axel fucking Klein. Lucky you came when you did. I would've managed to kill him someway."

Peter shook his head. "No, you wouldn't have."

She cocked her head, furrowing her brows. "Yeah, you're right, I wouldn't have. But I wish I could. I wish I could kill him." A pause followed. The tension between them was thick—thicker than it ever had been before. She could taste it on her tongue. "So, what? The team send you out here because they know I'm a softy for you?"

Peter shrugged. "I-I volunteered. Tony bought the food, but I . . . I wanted to see you. I needed to."

Y/N stared into his eyes for a moment. They were soft and gentle, glistening like fragments of crystals. He somehow reminded her of the soft strum of an acoustic guitar. She found herself reaching forward for him, wanting to touch him during a circumstance that wasn't as vile and as graphic as the last. She wanted to touch him when she wasn't just about to immerse herself into a dangerous mission. She wanted to touch him when they were alone together with the unpredictable, haphazard rosy aura of the city during night.

"Peter," she whispered. She loved his name so much. She loved saying it. She loved hearing it. She loved hearing Peter.

Her hand caressed his jaw, the pad of her thumb gently grazing across the irritated cut on his cheekbone like the leaf of a swaying plant. She heard him release a shallow breath, his eyes flickering between the fragile placement of her hand and the bandages looped tightly around her damaged wrists.

"I thought I was going to die tonight," Y/N drew her hand away, feeling colder. Peter felt the same way. Peter always felt the same way. "I thought I was going to die in the hands of that . . . psychopath. You should've see the look on his face when he caught me in the car with his hands all over me. He looked so smug, so—"

"His hands were what?" Peter interrupted, anger flaring in his stomach. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, red pooling in his eyes. He hated the guy. He hated him with every fiber in his body, and he wished he'd done a lot more to him than punch him a mere few times. No, he should've throttled him. He should've made him suffer longer, just the same way he did to Y/N. He should've—

"Peter," Y/N could sense his rage. She reached out to touch his hand, hoping to soothe the whirlwind of impulsive thoughts plaguing his mind. "He didn't do anything else. Not anything like you're thinking. He just had to get close so he could sedate me."

"I'm sorry. I-I wish I could've done more, Y/N, I—"

Peter's heart was racing. It was driving him insane, he had to tell her that he loved her. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't keep holding off for the right time—there was never a right time in the world to tell someone that you loved them, at least not in his world. In his world, death followed like a shadow with every risky move you made. In his world, witches were real and there was a living, breathing one standing right in front of him. There was never a right time for anything when he was Spider-Man, and there was never a right time for anything when he was Peter Parker because time always seemed to fade more quickly than it came.

Was now a right time to tell her? On the balcony of a tower overlooking the prospering, stagnant city below, right after her run in with death at the hands of some lunatic? He didn't want to take advantage of her, and he didn't want to scare her away. He would have to wait another day. He'd have to wait for the sun come up, then go back down again. Another day, another time, until finally it was the right time. Until finally he no longer had to wait.

"Peter, what are you thinking?" Y/N questioned.

"I-I—" the words were fading from his tongue. It was never the right time. "I don't . . . know."

Y/N tilted her head, perplexed by Peter's odd behavior. It wasn't like the boy didn't normally act odd, but now he was acting strange. He wasn't looking at her like a crippled, wounded animal or a damsel in distress desperate for a strong rescuer. He was just looking. His eyes were glazing over, but she didn't know with what. Was he sad? Angry? Frustrated with her? Tears leaked from his melancholy brown irises, slipping down his flushed cheeks. They glimmered like scattered fragments of moonlights.

"Peter, what's wrong?" she asked, her tone urgent and thick with worry. Her hands quickly moved to grab his arms, grounding him, letting him know she was there with him—as she would always be.

She waited patiently for him to respond, his sniffles filling the air. Peter didn't know why he was crying; he felt like complete idiot for doing so, but he just couldn't stop himself. The tears kept falling, streaming down his skin until they dropped from the bottom of his chin onto the ground. All he had to do was just feel her touching him, and suddenly he was an emotional kid. He wasn't Spider-Man or an Avenger. He was just Peter Parker. And Peter Parker had lost so much that the mere thought of losing someone else so important to him—he couldn't bare it. Not on top of the countless years of repressed pain and emotional baggage still anchored deep within his roots. Then to come too close to losing Y/N tonight . . . It was all too much to handle.

"Hey, Pete. You're okay. We're okay," Y/N's voice was soft like silk. Her hands ran soothingly up and down the length of his arms, almost as if she was warming him up after a long snowy day. "Talk to me, Pete."

"I-I just—I almost lost you tonight," he professed, and the words began to tumble out at the same rate as his tears. "And when I saw you in there, I just couldn't stop thinking . . . about what I would do if you . . . I just couldn't stop thinking. And-and thinking and thinking. And then I knew right then and there that I would never let myself lose you ever because I need you, Y/N. I need you more than anything."

Y/N's face melted, her eyes shimmering at his trembling words. They fell so seamlessly from his lips. Her stomach churned, empathy burning bright within her core. She felt the same way. She felt the same way about Peter Parker as he did her, and she felt the same way yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. She always felt the same way. She always would.

"I need you too, Peter," Y/N assured him strongly.

She grabbed his face, pulling him down so she could press her lips firmly against his damp cheeks. She peppered them along his skin, electrifying him with every touch, anchoring him further and further towards the ground, onto the winding road leading towards the glamorous city buoyant with tranquil life. She held him tight, and she would never let him go. Not now, not ever.

"No, Y/N! You don't get it!" he sobbed, pulling away. "You don't understand why I need you!"

"Then just tell me! Peter, tell me. Why do you need me?" Y/N cried.

"I-I'm in love with you," he proclaimed, standing in a pool of his tears. "I'm in love with you, and I almost couldn't save you."

Y/N was rendered utterly and profoundly speechless by Peter Parker.

The nighttime is unpredictable.

"W-what happens when I can't save you anymore?" he whispered, like if he spoke those words they would magically come true. Almost like a spell.

Her forehead wrinkled, desperation contorted onto her features. She didn't really care about what the city would feel like during the nighttime anymore, not when the transition of day to night was still fresh in her bones. Not when Peter Parker was telling her he was in love with her. He wasn't infatuated. He was in love. And that felt like time wrapped up in a perfect little bow.

Y/N placed her palm against his chest, feeling the rapid pace of his beating heart. She ran her hand up the back of his neck, Peter's eyes shining with her every liquid-like movement. He let his lids drop, wet lashes gluing together. She closed her eyes, gently pushing his neck down for his lips to meet hers. Time stops here. Her lips ghosted over his, her breaths quick and hot. Falling in love with Peter felt so painless, but suddenly she felt like she was on fire. Everything felt too real, too raw. Love seemed to operate quite frequently in the gray area of life.

"But you did. You can't think about the 'what-if's, Peter. There's always going to be 'what-if's." She whispered against his mouth.

Y/N closed the gap between their lips, the kiss soft and slow, her breath hitching dead in her throat. She couldn't grasp a hold on any of her thoughts as Peter gently reciprocated the kiss. She no longer felt any pain. She should've told Peter she loved him long before tonight. She should've told him she loved him before they left for the mission. She should've, but it just didn't feel like the right time. When did it ever feel like the right time? Time was more unpredictable than the city.

The kiss grew deeper, Peter's hand trailing up her body to hold her face delicately his calloused palm. He could feel her hands shaking like leaves on the back of his neck, her pants growing hasty as their lips entwined and tangled together. He could taste her so clearly now—something minty and reminiscent of cherries. It soon became his favorite flavor.

She pulled away, eyes still closed. She savored the moment for all of its worth. "Peter . . ." swift drawls of breath, "I love you too."

Relief and happiness fell from his lips in the form of unearthly laughter. A smile brighter than any sun or any hue covered both their faces before their lips collided once again. Peter's hands gently stroked down the length of her hair, taming the frizzy strands and smoothening the tousled pieces. Fits of laughter were muffled by the showering of intimate, fervent kisses. Peter basked blissfully in her ethereal beauty and slipped into a state of tranquility, knowing for certain that he did save Y/N, and she was here in front of him. Now. And it was the right time. He dropped his hands to her waist, allowing her to caress his angular jaw, her thumbs pressing affectionately into his cheekbones. The tears once wet on his face dried beneath the gasps of hot breath, and everything in the world seemed to succumb to the tenderness of their love for each other.

And even the city, as rambunctious as it was during the day, and as somberly alive as it was in the dead of night, seemed to sink into the earth, leaving time behind. Because when there was no time, there was no need to wait for the right moment. Not when the right moment could be every single one in a thousand.

Clint found himself walking across the living room at such a prime time. Somehow, he was always the one to walk in on Peter and Y/N, but this time, he did not interfere. He merely looked for a moment with a smile tugging at his lips, then proceeded towards the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee.

Tony soon joined him, hoping to find some leftover pizza crammed in the refrigerator. After all, he was going to be up all night—might as well not work on an empty stomach.

At first, he walked straight past the window, eyes casually glazing over the two figures passionately kissing on the balcony behind the sliding glass doors. As soon as the man hit the fridge, he had to backtrack, mentally rewinding what he actually saw. He relapsed his steps, Clint nonchalantly sipping on his mug, checking to see if the sugar-cream ratio sufficed.

"What?" That was the only word Tony could seem to coherently speak for the moment. He tilted his head to the side, pinching his eyes shut before reopening them again. Definitely not dreaming. "A-are they—?"

"Yep," Clint replied, pleased with his hot drink. He walked around the counter to join Tony staring at the balcony from the island.

"On the—?"

"Yep."

"Should I—?"

"Nope."

"Gross."

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Ryusoulger Subs Post #1…

… There never was a #2! What a shock. Not really.

God, now I have to get through the week again.

In no order:

Yes, I remember what happened last time.

Remembered to check the chibi Ryusoulger this time. It’s Red. So I guess this is a Kou ep? Or they’re just going in order, and the chibis are in no way related to the focus.

I’m now wondering if Banba folding his arms is his anxious tell? Like, it’s a defensive body posture. I’m too tired to make much sense of my own explanation rn, but it fits his issues, I think.

Also his hand is so tense, oh, honey… DX

I’m also trying to figure out exactly what he was doing w/ his hand… Like, maybe it was just a nervous fidget, but also kinda like he was picking at his nails somehow? For lack of a better description?

Why is Melto the only one who knows how to check a pulse?

I want to hug Banba so badly right now… This boys’ facial expressions are amazing. Like, you can tell he’s in agony over the fact that, as far as he knows, he, personally, destroyed the only way to save his brother.

Poor Kou having to chase Banba again. XD

Crayon trying to start his own YouTube channel… I like this guy. He’s both creepy and entertaining.

Also I would die for any of the mook suit actors in an instant.

Big Brother Mode is still ACTIVATED. ^^

Crayon uses Microphone! It’s not super effective!

I still love how Kou was like ‘It’s probably best if I transform even before I find him just in case.’ Esp since, in the end, that actually wasn’t necessary.

I would kind of love to have had more to this scene. Like, how long do you think Banba spent trying to go after Crayon/walk on his own before Kou was able to get him back? I’d write it, but I just can’t seem to find the inspiration rn… DX

How often are they changing these cloths? Kou and Banba don’t seem to have been gone, like, ten minutes.

So… What, does it reproduce through spores?

Accidentally paused on very distressed Kou right before he called for the others. Poor baby.

I know it’s in character for him to refuse to sit, but I still think they could’ve offered Banba a chair.

I still want to pinch surprised Kou’s cheeks. DX

No, really. Why are there two? Did it divide or something? Or was she just really mad about people abandoning animals?

HOW IS HE ABLE TO STILL LOOK SO AMAZING IN THAT AWFUL MAKEUP???

Melto gets upgraded to being directly addressed. ^^

Banba really didn’t need to come off the wall for this, really. I love him, but the way he kinda lurches toward Melto there seems a little bit out of a horror film…

Honestly, I’m gonna miss Crayon and Tankjoh’s relationship. ‘You don’t get to laugh.’ (and just the deadpan way he says it) ‘Why be strict about that?’ XD I’m rather fond of their dynamic.

Crayon being unable to completely control the Minusaurs is so bloody hilarious to me. ^^

I guess Kou and Melto just have stronger immune systems?

Banba and Kou and their ‘don’t underestimate Kata Soul.’

…

… Okay, it’s probably not connected at all, and/or it’s just a recurring joke w/ this Minusaur, but… We know that the most recent (at least) traumatic event that happened to Kou involved Kata Soul… What if that Soul was also involved in some traumatic event that happened to Banba? Hell, maybe that’d be why he favours it. I dunno, I’m probably just spinning. But it came into my head when Kou essentially did the same thing Banba did against the other Cerberus Minusaur.

Well, DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON IT, EITHER!

Oh, sweetie, no. I know you’re a mess right now, but no.

I feel so bad for him, though. Like, he blames himself for letting this happen in the first place (for failing to protect his brother/destroy Crayon before, etc.), and he’s probably blaming himself for delaying their chance at getting an antidote by destroying the first Minusaur. Now he’s dying, other people are dying, and most importantly to him, Touwa is dying. This has gotta be some of the most scared and desperate he’s ever been.

Like, the way he hobbles over to look at Touwa before he does it… TT_TT

WHERE WAS HE KEEPING THE SWORD??? HIS SLEEVE??

Does he have Zuuban in there, too?

Sorry. DX I have an incurable condition called thinking I’m hilarious.

But looks aren’t everything.

… Okay, who let my grandfather in here.

No, honey. No. This is not your fault. I promise you, no one here blames you but you. I don’t know if someone once told you you were at fault for something(s), or if you’ve just been internalising blame your whole life or something. But. I promise. No one blames you. </3

I mean, it both is and isn’t selfish. He’s got a point that if they die there will be no one to fight the Druidon. But I think the main driving force behind his desperation right now is to save his brother, and the former reason is more secondary.

He really has no right to look so good in this awful makeup, and yet… I saw a man so beautiful I started crying.

I am rather disappointed that Banba and Asuna didn’t go out there, but I guess their conditions had deteriorated more than the other two’s had, bc they got infected first.

Okay. This looks like a renaissance painting.

Oh, gods… Banba’s reaction to the whole ‘trust’ thing… TT^TT Who did this to you? Please tell me so I can find and assassinate them? DX

Hm… Maybe Touwa does know something, bc he got really soft over the ‘let’s trust them’ line.

Also just the word ‘trust’ seems to be borderline trigger for Banba… I really wish we had some flashbacks for the brothers, too… Though there is still plenty of time.

I still want child¡Banba holding baby¡Touwa.

But, to do some random spitball theorising… Could there have been a situation where Banba felt like he screwed up, and then when he trusted someone to help they betrayed him in some way? No grounding for this, just musing.

But god, his reaction there makes me want to know more so badly…

I always wonder how much they tell the actors? Like, is it like Game of Thrones where they only tell them things that the characters would know? By that logic, Tatsuya may know what Banba’s side of the story is… Though I seem to remember that Keisuke said something that implied he didn’t know all of Kuro Woz’s backstory… Though maybe he was deflecting a question. I dunno.

Okay, it’s not actually that similar, but that cut from the dramatic scene of the others declaring they trust Melto and Kou/resigning to giving them a chance while also having some sort of secret trauma flashback or something over the concept of ‘trust’ (in Banba’s case) to Kou being yeeted into a pile of barrels made me think of that scene in Kyuranger where Lucky gives a speech about how much faith they have in Shou and what a great leader he is––and then it cuts to Shou screaming hysterically about how they’re all going to crash into the sun and die.

Kou is a very reckless oaf, and I love him to bits.

How did he even… I guess sheer force of will.

Honestly, Hayate is kind of rocking the awful ‘poisoned’ makeup, too.

Actually, to be honest, they all are.

Or maybe someone made the smart decision to tone down the makeup.

I’d call Master Red ‘Master Dad,’ but then what would I call Master Blue? Master Other Dad? Master Melto’s Dad? *insert shrug emoji here*

When you pass out from poison, and have a dream about that time your parental substitute father figure gave you a piggyback ride––only it was actually your sentient dinosaur mecha carrying you and your friend on its back.

So. Who summoned Tyramigo? XD

…

… You know what. That’s it. I have nothing to say about the kebabs anymore.

Wait. So apparently the village was destroyed? So… What happened to all the other people we saw? Did they die? Evacuate to somewhere? But the Elder says he has nowhere else to go… O_o

In case you were wondering, the sixth is going to be Gold. Here presented as… Saffron yellow? Bc gold was probably too over the top for a kebab menu.

I love how Melto went from so frightened of the Elder that he hid a banana behind his back to interrupting the guy when he’s talking. XD

Wait, so… Like. Was he the one they were originally meant to bring it to? Are he and Naohisa in cahoots? Did I accidentally skip a line? That’s actually very possible.

… Why. Why was I expecting science. Why did I actually think… Oh, forget it.

Okay, but did they have to make it yellow? There are plenty of juices. You could have made it any other colour.

Kinda wish we got to see them bring it back to the house. But I can understand the ‘dramatic reveal’ of them showing up to fight Tankjoh.

But you know Banba made sure Touwa was cured even before he was. XD

*UGLY SOBBING COMMENCES*

I’M SO PROUD.

I still love MirNeedle and his honking sound.

The RyuSouls still want hugs.

The fact that Tankjoh has legit hands is hilarious to me.

Banba saying the dramatic lines, for some reason. XD

God, even w/ that wording… Banba’s still blaming himself. A) In apologising, and B) w/ the ‘I made you etc.’ It’s basically ‘I failed so you had to do it.’

Touwa calling him on makes me wonder if he does that a lot… Oh my gosh, is Banba also a compulsive apologiser? MY BABY! DX

Aaaaaaw. He gets so awkward and embarrassed. He’s so cute. XD <3

I’m still trying to parse out the look he gives Kou. It’s, like… Bemused? I guess? Like ‘you’re still saying that?’ Maybe? Though given the quick deep breath and how fast he rejects, maybe he was starting to have a ‘maybe we can trust him/them’ thought and felt like he needed to quickly shut it down.

All I could think of was the ‘I’m sorry, you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory’ tweet…

I love Kou’s expression and body language, bc it’s somewhere between becoming fondly amused and Banba’s grumpy tsundere nature, being like ‘Oooo! New friend project!’, and ‘Oh? That is that a challenge?’

To quite the King of Friendship himself: ‘I’m gonna become friends with you just to spite you.’ XD

Kou and Melto are less teasing Asuna, and more that they don’t want to look at the Elder in that outfit again. XD

I guess he wasn’t prophesying, and he has seen the trio more recently… But I’m still petty and will be sour if the brothers get excluded from whatever prophecies etc. there do end up being…

Like, they can do an ‘it’s all up to the original three’ in the end like Go-Onger, but only if they have the brothers pull a Hanto and Gunpei/Go-O Wings.

Preview: Don’t trust the sisters, and I suspect they have vocal powers, perhaps to control others. I do wonder if this is going t reveal more about the brother’s past at all as a parallel? Or we could be taking a break from that for now, which is also fine. I just request that they reveal it steadily as the team grows closer, and don’t just dump it all at the end or something.

That’s all, folks! Virtual jellybeans for anyone who read all that. XD

I am excited for the brother’s backstory, and what happened to Banba, but I’d also be fine w/ taking a break from that as we move on to introduce the next General, who will likely hang around a bit longer than Tankjoh to show off the upped ante. Music is apparently going to be important, since we’ve got several former idol group members here. Also it said so on the official website, so I’m not blowing steam. I’m sure if we’ve got a cast member who can sing, there will be an ep where they sing (Asuna’s most likely, since she’s apparently a former idol?). Anyway, excited for this to continue, and anxious for the week to be over.

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #Ryusoulger Spoilers #my precious Dino Children #I love two (2) edgy angst brothers #actually I should make one for the whole team bc I love 'em all so much #DX #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #not much else to say #my head is swimming w/ possibilities #the angst possibilities are so many #(I love my boys and I want to kill whoever hurt them/did this to Banba but the angst monster is also like:#yes please GOD let them have beeb abandoned/had their parent(s) be the traitor)#(I would REALLY love a 'Banba lied to Touwa to protect him' plot DX)#^^#but I am tired #so I must begin the long and slow bed process #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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disgrays-on · 6 years

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ever thine, ever mine

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Jason Todd // Reader

A/N: After I finished writing a huge part of this royal AU and cut out a huge chunk of it out during editing, I realised nothing really happened in this fic, nothing was truly resolved, nothing makes sense and everything is rushed but this will have to do bc I’ve come so far to just scrap this whole thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The thing is you've always sort of known that there was something...not right about all of this, something that just didn't sit too well with you. Jason had been more than charming when you had first met him. He was attractive and he knew it, flaunted it around with a knowing gaze and a boyish grin. He was passionate - you couldn’t get him to shut up once he started talking about something that he was really into - and it made him all the more endearing, really.

It only took you about ten minutes into a conversation with him to realise that there was more to him than what met the eyes. For one, his confident facade and cocky attitude were flimsy, at best, under critical scrutiny. If you hadn’t been closely observing him that first time, you would have missed the shifting eyes and the constant calculating gaze that made you think that he was far less extroverted than he wanted people to think.

There was just something about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on even after knowing him for as long as you have. Him being a crazy axe murderer was out of the question or at least, you hoped so. (You had brought it up once and he had laughed so hard until he was red in the face, grinning up at you once he was finished and fondly patting you on the back.)

He had his bad days, definitely not the most mentally sound, but you didn’t think you could name anyone who was in this day and age. Add that to the fact that you had seen the formal garb and the medals that he had hastily shoved into a crumbling box when you burst into his room one day, unannounced. He pushed it carelessly to the very back of his wardrobe, remaining silent as he did, but you didn’t need to be a detective to figure out he had been some sort of soldier. That had been enough of an explanation for his fidgety self and the odd habits that he seemed to unconsciously have.

He was mysterious, if not secretive. Navigating through his past was like navigating through a minefield. It was difficult to know what would get him to open up, get that shy little happiness to creep up around his eyes or what would get him to shut down faster than you could blink, get him drawing back further into the hollow shell that he had been in once. He’d get wistful looks sometimes when he thought you weren’t looking and it was always over the most random things. You didn’t want to push the issue because you understood the need for space, because you needed it too sometimes.

He was incredibly brilliant too, maybe not in the most conventional of ways but so clever in the way that always made you stop and think. He had a thorough knowledge of the inner workings of politics but always seemed to curl his nose up whenever you brought up anything of that sort. He didn’t own a television, didn’t like the news too much either. His curtains were always pulled shut until one day when he would feel suffocated enough, at which point they would be drawn back and the windows would be thrown wide open.

You didn’t know what he did but he had money and quite a bit of it too. You were quite content not knowing, really. As long as it wasn’t hurting anyone and not hurting you, it was fine that he was so distant about his past. You had things you didn’t want to talk about too. You didn’t think anything he could hide would be too devastating anyways.

That particular morning had started out as it normally would have, nothing terribly remarkable at all. You had work so you had slipped out of bed pretty early on, had a quick breakfast and had gotten ready as you normally would have, not forgetting to drop a small kiss on a bleary Jason’s forehead before leaving.

The small yet still monstrous army of tiny children that you had for students was already dutifully waiting for you when school time began and everything proceeded as it should have. At least, it seemed so. It wasn’t until you had to dismiss the kids that everything seemed to move downhill at an alarmingly rapid pace.

“Is it true?” One of your students had asked, her eyes wide and shiny, “Are you really friends with a Prince?”

The question had confused you more than anything else, truly. She had whispered her question with the awe and wonder of a completely lovestruck child that you had simply assumed that she must have been confusing reality with the tales you’ve been regaling to the kids for the past few days.

“What do you mean?” You had asked then, foolishly unaware of what toils and troubles lied ahead of you.

“Well, are you?” She asked again, eyebrows furrowing and soft cheeks puffing up, “Mommy said you were!”

You definitely weren’t, that much you were sure of. It didn’t even seem like a possibility to you. The only royal family you knew of was the one from Gotham and they were thousands of miles away from where you were. They’ve just never been relevant to your life enough for you to have cared about them so you weren’t sure where she could have gotten that from.

You laughed nervously because denying young children anything would only unleash the seemingly never-ending barrage of questions that they had ready specifically for moments like this one. You shook your head, “No, definitely not, sweetheart.”

“Well, my mommy said so.” She huffed, crossing her arms, “She said she saw you on TV with a Prince on that show that she always watches, the one with all the people saying the mean words!” The bell had conveniently rung at that point, saving you from having to answer her, but it had also just thrown you into a different form of hell. Out of the frying pan into the fire. Except it wasn't just a small tiny baby fire, no, it was a huge wild uncontrollable forest fire. As if set off by the school bell, shit had promptly decided it was the right time to go down then. You didn't know if you were to feel thankful or disgruntled over the fact that everything had only begun to fall apart after the working day was over. You had been seeing some of your students off when you were stopped in your tracks by a frazzled coworker, panting and sweating as she ran up to you. “It’s crazy out there!” She had said, looking severely dishevelled and alarmed as she led you to a window overlooking the front yard of the school, “Apparently they’re all here looking for you!” The sight that you were greeted with was enough to send your heartbeat into overdrive, pounding hard against your ribcage. Your mouth had dried up, all words and thoughts suddenly lost to the abyss that was your confusion and fright. You had no idea what was happening and why it was happening but this didn't seem good. The entire front area of your workplace was covered with hundreds of people. Sprawled across the yard were the paparazzi and journalists and news reporters and people with their cameras and recording equipment.

The sheer number of people present was terrifying, and not to mention, dangerous. And they were here for you? It made no sense. You didn't think you had done anything incriminating lately but you could always be wrong. Maybe all those years that you’d spent illegally downloading music was catching up to you. But that didn't explain the amount of press outside, waiting for you.

A quick check of your phone that you had silenced for work revealed that almost everyone you knew had been trying to contact you for the last few hours. That definitely wasn’t good. A big portion of the missed phone calls and unanswered text messages you received had been from Jason. A burst of yearning coursed through you. Jason. If he were here, you would have long ago submitted yourself to the comfort and warmth and safety of his arms. He would make this all go away somehow, he’d take care of all this and make it all better. How badly you wished he was here. He’d sent quite a few but the one that stood out to you the most was the first one he sent.

I don't know how they found out. I’m so sorry.

You didn’t think it was possible but your heart screeched to a halt at that. Found out what? Could he have been anymore cryptic? Whatever it was, he seemed to be convinced that all of this was his fault. The sudden urge to open the news app was unbearable so you booted it up, scrolling through. It didn’t take long for you to find exactly what you were looking for. Any more surprises today and you were sure your heart would stop for real.

ROYAL RUMOUR: LOST GOTHAM PRINCE FOUND IN A SECRET LOVE AFFAIR?

LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES! PRINCE JASON OF GOTHAM AND COMMONER!

ROYAL HOUSE ISSUES FORMAL STATEMENT

Suddenly, crazy axe murderer didn’t sound so bad. You scrolled through a couple more, feeling more and more dazed after each one. There were so many pictures of you and Jason - all from the same night, it seemed - and there was no room to deny it either. It was so clearly you and so clearly Jason, holding hands and eating dinner and laughing together and kissing.

You remembered that night clearly, Jason had dragged you to one of his favourite fast food restaurants for some ‘real good food’ and the two of you had a blast. The amount of information that the press had already managed to gather on you was terrifying. Even with the short amount of time, they had found out who you were, where you worked, where you lived, even the cafe that you often frequented.

When your instincts had told you that something wasn’t entirely right, you had expected some kind of family issue. Maybe Jason’s parents were both dead or maybe his family was unaccepting and they didn't like him very much. Maybe he never had a family to begin with or maybe he was running away from something, someone. But this was absolutely not it. You couldn't have predicted this outcome.

Jason, your Jason, was a Prince. Second-in-line to the throne after his older brother, the same Jason who rarely ever appeared in public when he was younger but when he was, he was always so bright. The Jason who was reported to have literally disappeared off of the face of the Earth after he was kidnapped and tortured during his deployment.

His sudden reappearance would definitely explain all this attention and you just happened to have been caught in all of it. How could you have missed it? No wonder he had seemed so familiar to you. You mentally berated yourself for being careless enough to not have recognised him. But the royal family had always been a private bunch of people, understandably so, and you simply didn’t care enough about them to have updated yourself with everything they did over the years.

You knew the Gotham royal family were made of mostly the King’s wards, that was until a few years back when a blood son was introduced to the court. Everyone had talked about it for a couple of months, matters regarding claim over the throne being one of the more controversial topics, but everything settled down as rumours often do. You saw articles or heard news of them in passing but you’ve never really ever truly looked into them.

And despite the fact that this couldn’t have possibly changed a thing for you - because you adored the Jason that you had fallen for, the one who often made you delicious meals, who grumbled over bad movie adaptations of books, who had sulked for about a day because he couldn’t keep a dog in his apartment - it didn’t change the fact that Jason had lied to you for so long. That realisation had hurt more than anything else but it also pissed you off a bit. Why didn’t he just tell you? You wouldn’t have been too upset but at least, this wouldn’t have happened.

I’ll explain everything when you get back. Alfred will pick you up. Stay safe.

His latest message had been sent a few hours ago and then not another word from him. You’d always prided yourself as quite the eloquent person, even in your text messages, but it was seemingly unavoidable for your response to have only been a string of question marks. Left unread, of course. If it was this bad for you, it was probably even worse for him. You had so many questions that no one seemed to have the answers to and you were feeling so many emotions that you weren’t exactly sure which one you should be feeling. Anger seemed to be winning over though so maybe anger.

Getting home was an extremely trying process in itself. Going outside had resulted in a lot of chaos, yelling and shoving and flashes of pictures, and that didn’t get you anywhere. This was something that you expected to only happen in the movies or to other people who were definitely more important and more influential. Certainly not to you. You didn’t think you did anything important enough to garner this much attention.

But you needed to get home, to get to Jason. You needed to hear him out, needed an explanation as to why he thought hiding this from you was such a brilliant idea. Your being foolishly naive and blind to it probably helped him out though. You still couldn’t get over the fact that you didn’t make the connection.

Alfred, the person that Jason said would pick you up, was an old gentleman who appeared to be way too unperturbed for this to have been the first time. He offered his services, along with a handful of burly guards in pristine suits, to escort you to Jason’s apartment. The journey was thankfully less hectic than the situation had been at your workplace, at least. Alfred’s sarcastic remarks was a very welcome distraction to your situation, you found your nerves settling slightly. For a while, you had room to breathe and to process everything that happened.

When you arrived, Jason had welcomed you with a tight embrace, muttering a quick apology against your temple before pulling away. He looked worse for wear, exhaustion rolling off of him in waves even though he was fine this morning. All your anger dissipated at once. You could wait to reprimand him, he was already bad enough as it was. You reached up to cup his face, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. A small smile flittered at the corners of his lips. This was the side he only wore around you, the side that rarely ever came out save for when the both of you were alone in the safety and comfort of a bedroom.

He only had a moment to spare before a knock on the door sounded through the apartment. A young man, Jason’s older brother - annoyingly enough, your brain is quick to recognise this royal this time - stood at the door, a soft smile breaking on his face as soon as his eyes land on Jason.

Jason frowned, dismayed, “What are you doing here?”

Richard, who you had to admit was beautiful, had promptly pulled Jason into a big hug. Jason had sighed in return but let himself be hugged, though their sweet greeting is cut short by Alfred’s stern corralling. Though their meeting had been pleasant, the moments afterwards felt far from that. It didn’t take long for Richard to speak his mind out, anger and distress in his every word.

“Why didn’t you come home, Jay?” He asked after a few minutes of ranting, voice finally quieting down. He looked shaken, heartbroken as he turned to his younger brother.

It seemed as good a time as any to give them privacy so you joined Alfred who was bustling around in Jason’s kitchen. From the kitchen, you could hear the yelling and the rough grunts but it stopped as quickly as it started. Jason came out a bit shaky and red around the eyes but it seemed like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. The easygoing atmosphere returned easily after that, the silence of the apartment easily replaced by their light banter as if they hadn’t just seen each other for the first time in a long time a few minutes ago.

“I came as soon as I could.” Richard admitted sheepishly, letting out a sigh of relief as he sunk into one of the sofas in Jason’s sitting room, “B didn’t want us all overwhelming you but we couldn’t just stay away.”

“We?” Jason parroted, a frown on his face, more resigned than anything.

He shrugged, not in the slightest bit apologetic as he replied, “We missed you, Jason.”

Jason didn’t seem all too pleased at the sound of more people coming but Richard had said that there was no stopping them, not when they’d finally found Jason and were determined to bring him back home. Their father, on the other hand, would be joining them the next, not at all because he wanted to but because he had to do things properly, more officially. After all, it wasn’t always that a prince thought missing showed up in a whole different city altogether, so far away from home.

Something told you he was more than thrilled that his family were coming around though. He didn’t need to say it, his despondency before all of this occurred told you much about how much he actually missed his family. Seeing him with his siblings was like seeing a new side of him - he was more relaxed, more content even if he didn’t see it for himself. Seeing him settling into the family dynamic without much effort made your heart flutter in your chest.

“It was nice meeting you,” His older brother had said before he left, smiling at you so earnestly b “Thanks for taking care of Jay for us.”

And that had been enough to jar you. Everything made sense but at the same time, nothing made sense like everything were pieces of puzzles but none of them fit together perfectly. Jason had taken the time to explain it all to you and you’d pieced enough through the conversation happening around you but it was still overwhelming and sitting around, listening to Jason and his family didn’t help at all. You’d been stewing in your anxiety, thinking of what this could possibly mean for you and for him and for everything. He was a real prince, an actual member of the royal family. What the hell.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked as soon as the door closed behind his family, the anger sneaking up on you and growing by the minute.

“I was going to.” He grumbled.

“But you didn’t!”

And maybe you had yelled a lot of things then that you didn’t mean now and things you regretted but honestly, you deserved it just a bit after all that you’d been through today. You didn’t have any doubts that you’d soon make up with him but for now, you were still ticked off and feeling a little petty. You wondered how much you could sell all the hoodies you've stolen from him for. Probably a lot. Maybe you'd go on eBay. Maybe you'd put one up tonight and see.

(The bids climbed faster than you could even comprehend, hundreds to thousands to a few hundred thousand. You might have yelled a bit. Jason, who had been sitting next to you at the time, had given you a confused look before peering over to look at your laptop. He had laughed so hard then and told you that his dad would definitely not be happy about this.)

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jungmoseok · 6 years

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Can u write a fic where yoongi goes to tie his shoes but he cant bc his belly has gotten so big that it gets in the way and so his bf namjoon has to help and teases him? I’m so happy u started this blow btw 💞

Chubby Yoongi is my weakness ahhh. Also, cute bf Namjoon helping+teasing: omg. I had fun writing this, I hope it’s not too long. And, I’m not familiar with writing very big characters or verbal teasing, so I’m sorry if this came out weird. I hope you enjoy the fic, anon, and that it’s semi-decent. :p Aww, thank you so much!! I hope you like what I post in the future.

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Namjoon wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s warm, vast frame. Namjoon squished into the older man’s plush body and nuzzled him. He played with the soft rolls of fat that cascaded on his belly and sides. Yoongi had gotten quite big since he started dating Namjoon. Yoongi was never very toned: with a slight, little belly and round cheeks. But now, he was massive. Before actively encouraging and helping Yoongi gain so much weight, Namjoon made sure Yoongi was okay with it. Yoongi was even more enthusiastic about the whole thing than Namjoon. With both of them in love with the idea of constantly stuffing Yoongi and making him fatter, Yoongi put on weight very quickly. They hadn’t weighed him a while, but as Namjoon ran his hands along the soft, pillowy flesh of Yoongi’s underbelly— testing how heavy it was in his hands— he guessed he must of been over 90kg. With Yoongi being a bit short and incredibly lazy, the pounds and pounds of soft, jiggly fat definitely took a toll on Yoongi’s mobility. It wasn’t anything drastic, though, and Yoongi said he was fine with it. In fact, it excited the older man even more. Yoongi didn’t tell Namjoon that, though, for the “sake of his pride”. And, “for the sake of his pride”, Yoongi insisted on getting out of bed himself and dressing himself. Namjoon told him he’d be more than glad to help, but Yoongi refused because he didn’t want rely on Namjoon for tasks like that, yet. Namjoon giggled at Yoongi’s addition of “yet”, but nodded, understandingly. He gave Yoongi’s soft belly one more squeeze before he kissed Yoongi’s lips and went off to get ready, himself. When Namjoon left their bedroom, Yoongi let out a whine. He hated going out. He rather be doing better things like napping, eating, or making out with Namjoon. Namjoon wanted to introduce Yoongi to a couple of his closer friends, Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi complained about having to get up early and that he was awkward around new people. Yoongi’s whining was more to get affection from Namjoon than actual refusal. Youngi agreed, since he would do anything to make Namjoon happy. With that, Yoongi pushed himself to the edge of the bed with a grunt. He was a little surprised at just how difficult it was. After a few failed tries at hoisting himself from the bed, Yoongi finally got up on his feet; a bit breathless. He felt his member harden under his belly that reached down his thighs. He brushed it off and went to put on a sweatshirt. Namjoon didn’t care, but Yoongi wished he’d have nicer clothes to wear whenever he went out with Namjoon. Like, a button-up or something. Yoongi remembered he did, he just destroyed it on Namjoon’s birthday. Yoongi wanted to take Namjoon out to a nice restaurant, but didn’t foresee Namjoon ordering almost the entire menu and feeding everything to him in public. After Yoongi finished everything, he couldn’t even move, too heavy and full, and his belly pressing against the table. Right as Namjoon helped him out, all the buttons that were struggling to contain Yoongi’s massive gut finally popped off. Yoongi was utterly mortified, feeling stares of other people on him. Until he realized the dark lust in Namjoon’s eyes and found out this was exactly what he wanted. That night, Namjoon had both fed and rode him to the point where he was sore for two days straight. Young grew nervous thinking about it. He dreaded what Namjoon had in mind for his own birthday. Yoongi shook his head, focusing on pulling the size large, grey sweatshirt over his head. It caught at his soft, broad shoulders and flabby arms. Yoongi found it even more impossible to get the fabric to cover his overhang, yet alone his protruding belly. It proudly pressed against the fabric, the outline of his large, round belly was very obvious. Yoongi pat the dome of a belly fondly, causing it to jiggle. The size large he purchased only a few months ago seemed much too small, now. Oh well, Namjoon would get a kick out of it. Putting on a pair of jeans was even more of a struggle. Yoongi had to suck in his belly through the whole ordeal. Even then, it was extremely difficult to zip and button them with his fat belly in the way. The seams of the jeans looked like they were going to burst around his thighs and ass, not that Yoongi could see over his belly, anyway. Yoongi padded into the living room, finding himself very winded after getting his clothes on. He went to grab a pair of sneakers then plopped down on the edge of the couch with a small moan. He already knew he wouldn’t be able to get them on while standing. Yoongi’s belly turned to rolls when be bent over to put on the shoes. It was a struggle, but he managed to get both of them on. With a huff, Yoongi tried to maneuver his soft arms around the gut that filled his entire lap to tie the laces. After struggling in vain to get ahold of the shoelaces, Yoongi realized it was impossible. His belly was too big and heavy to get around. Yoongi sat back up, whimpering and breathing heavily, not only from exertion. He felt his cheeks grow hot with excitement and embarrassment. Namjoon came into the living room and asked Yoongi if he was ready to go. Seeing Yoongi red-faced and pouting, his clothes straining, made Namjoon gasp on the spot. He felt himself fall even more in love with Yoongi, looking him over lovingly. Namjoon noticed Yoongi’s untied shoes and chuckled softly. “Did you need me to tie them for you, my precious baby boy?” Namjoon joked, coming over to sit on his knees in front of Yoongi. Namjoon kissed the roll of flesh that hung over the waistband of Yoongi’s jeans, acting motherly in a high-pitched baby-voice. Yoongi rolled his eyes and flushed deeper. That’s when the younger man realized he really did need Namjoon to tie his shoes for him. Namjoon felt himself flush, now. He felt something devious pool in his stomach. He gripped Yoongi’s big underbelly in his hand and shook it. Yoongi scolded him for messing around and pouted, saying they were going to be late. Honestly, Yoongi just didn’t want Namjoon to tease him about him not being able to do simple things like this. Well, maybe he did; just a tiny bit. “What happened to you saying you wanted to do things by yourself?” Namjoon cooed, pushing up the hem of Yoongi’s sweatshirt. Yoongi only huffed in response, making Namjoon’s smirk grow even wider. “No way you’ve gotten so fat you can’t even tie your shoes, right?” Namjoon mocked surprise in a dramatic tone. Namjoon fondled Yoongi’s belly, running his hands over his massive love handles. “You’re outgrowing your biggest clothes, now, Yoon,” Namjoon said quietly as he caressed the edges of Yoongi’s vast belly. He traced the newest stretch marks on the sides of the muffin top that pooled over Yoongi’s jeans. Namjooon swallowed hard before continuing, “you’ve let yourself go so badly, you can’t even tie your own shoes.” Yoongi didn’t say anything, half-ashamed and half-thrilled. He just whined and pouted, eager to hear what else Namjoon was going to say. “It’s all because of this.” Namjoon sent a small smack to the center of Yoongi’s belly, causing the entire mass to shake. Yoongi grunted softly, saying it was Namjoon’s fault. Namjoon giggled in response and said “I feed you sometimes, but you’re the one who eats everything. You’re the one who stuffs yourself until you can’t even move. Even then, you’re still begging for more. It’s not my fault you’re a pig with zero self-control.” Namjoon’s sweet, warm voice contrasted with his sharp words. Yoongi loved it, though. Namjoon was always a sweet and caring boyfriend, but Yoongi did have to admit, he enjoyed this. Yoongi felt his hard-on poke against his belly and he instinctively squirmed. Namjoon noticed then kept talking. “I should just let you meet them with your untied sneakers. They’ll be amazed just at how huge and soft you are. They’ll just assume you don’t notice, since you haven’t been able to see your feet for months.” Yoongi squirmed, again. He bit his lip and looked into Namjoon’s eyes, pleading. Namjoon’s softened, worried he’d gone too far. He was about to apologize until Yoongi shook his head. He was panting slightly and kept glancing down at his belly. Namjoon suddenly realized what he’d done to Yoongi and sighed, relieved he didn’t hurt him, but made him hard. His smirk returned. Namjoon gripped Yoongi’s underbelly with both hands and raised it, seeing his boner press against his jeans. Namjoon groaned, pleased. He let Yoongi’s belly smack back down onto his lap as he let it go. It wobbled for a few seconds before settling on his lap. Yoongi groaned at the sensation then shot a glare at Namjoon, still flushed. Namjon understood how desperate Yoongi felt and wanted to take care of him, right away. Namjoon was feeling very horny, as well. Namjoon said he would cancel with Jimin and Hoseok, but Yoongi said he still wanted to go. Namjoon laughed softly. “Getting off on other people’s reaction to your weight, now?” He was half-joking, half-serious. Yoongi suddenly looked offended. “No,” he said pointedly, lying through his teeth. Namjoon smiled softly and gestured for Yoongi to hand him his foot. Yoongi obeyed, moving each foot in front of Namjoon so he could tie the shoelaces. When Namjoon finished, he stood back up and pulled down Yoongi’s sweatshirt down from the crest of his big belly. It still failed to cover its entirety and Namjoon didn’t hide how much that turned him on. Yoongi gave a pouted “thank you” and was about to sit up before Namjoon put a hand on his belly, pushing him back down. “You know,” Namjoon went to whisper in his ear, his voice low, “I love you, Yoon. I’ll always take care of you and will support you, no matter what.” Yoongi was taken aback by Namjoon’s heartfelt little speech and blushed lightly. Namjoon was so sweet. Namjoon’s warm breath tickled Yoongi’s hair as he laughed into his ear for a moment. “Even when your belly gets so big, you can’t even put on your shoes.” So much for being sweet. Yoongi whipped his head around and scoffed, mock-offended. Namjoon pinched Yoongi’s round, chubby cheek and kissed him deeply. Namjoon held Yoongi’s hands tight as he tried to pull him up from the couch. Namjoon noted out-loud how heavy Yoongi was and how difficult it was to pull him up. Yoongi scoffed, again: “you love it”. Namjoon nodded with a bright grin. Namjoon still held Yoongi’s hand as he guided him out the front door, and Yoongi mumbled a quiet “I love you, too."

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years

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Special Like You (Peter x Reader)

Character: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Fandom: Spiderman

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: Special Like You

Requested by anon:

hi ^-^ Would you do a fem reader with Tom’s Spidey? she knows he’s spider man & always worries about him getting hurt, and secretly on the inside she’s insecure about her bff being a super hot hero and she’s just, her. And then she’s clumsy and trips too hard or something but won’t tell bc she doesn’t wanna seem weak and clumsy. he’s with her and sees how uncomfortable she is and then he’s cleaning her up and scolding her when her feelings and insecurities come out. Cliche, I know. Im sorry 😣

Requested by @friceaurelia07:

Hey! Could u do a peter parker one? (They're already dating) Like instead of Liz, its her who is peters date + shes the one he left at homecoming(he never saw her again cause she "moved"). But plot twist, shes a superhero and when he's at the new avengers compound, they she each other but he doesnt know that its her and he falls in love/is interested with her superhero self but she's pretty much pissed and kinda hates him and you decide the continuation. Thankyou♡

My heart was pounding. I impatiently tapped my foot against the floor. I looked at the watch for the tenth time. I checked my phone for the umpteenth time. Still nothing.

Where was Peter? Was he okay? Was he even still alive? What happened to him?! My mind was racing with thoughts, all of them about the many terrible ways in which Peter could have gotten hurt, or even died.

I was tempted to go downstairs and talk to May to distract myself since the anxiety was growing too big to bear, but she would notice how agitated I was and I wasn’t ready to explain that I was scared that my boyfriend Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman, was in trouble.

Resigned and even more anguished than before, I started biting on my nails nervously. Just then, I heard the sound of the window being opened and I immediately stood up from the bed.

“Pete!” I exclaimed as I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tight.

“Wow, jumpscare!” He notably jumped, startled, even though his arms still reciprocated the embrace in a daze. “Y/N?”

Slightly relieved now that I knew he was alright –or at least alive and not too badly injured –I angrily broke the hug by pushing him off me.

“Peter Parker, where the hell were you?” I whisper-yelled, trying not to get May’s attention.

He observed me, speechless, for a few seconds. Then he took his mask off and gaped at the air, opening and closing his mouth in astonishment.

“What…?” He muttered, frowning as he reached out to touch me. I swatted him away.

“You have any idea how worried I was?!”

“Worried? But…”

“Yeah, worried! Since you decided to go after those dangerous guys”

“Don’t you trust me, Y/N? I’m Spiderman, I-“

“You’re Spiderman, and there’s a bird man trying to kill you, Pete. What if he did, huh? I was so scared that this time you wouldn’t come back, that-that-that…”

“Hey” Urgently, he put his hands on my upper arms and squeezed me fondly as his lips suddenly met with mine for just a second. Briefly yet passionately. “Calm down, breathe, I’m okay. I’m fine, see?”

It was only when he shut me up that I realized I was very close to hyperventilating. I had never been so scared in my entire life. Just thinking about losing Peter…

“Hey, c’mon, Y/N!” Peter gently smiled at me, trying to reassure me. “You see me, right? I’m right here, nothing happened to me, I’m alright”

I just nodded, feeling very weak all of a sudden. The scares that boy gave me…

“Sit down” His hands were still in my arms as he gingerly placed me on top of the bottom bunker bed. “And relax, it’s okay”

“I hate you so much for scaring me like this, Pete” I mumbled, heaving a big sigh as I felt myself calming down a little.

“I’m sorry!” He replied whole heartedly, even though he was moving to close the door so May didn’t see him in his suit. “I’m really sorry, but you don’t have to worry”

As soon as he sat down by my side, he shyly reached out to hold my hand. I appreciated the gesture and rested my head on his shoulder, sighing again.

I wanted to talk back to him, but I felt like he wouldn’t understand. I admired Peter so much for being Spiderman. He was so brave, so selfless and heroic. He was New York’s hero, even if for him it was kind of ordinary at this point to be friendly neighborhood Spiderman, but for me it wasn’t. It was so huge, so important, so great.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me” Peter whispered, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. “I know what I’m doing”

“I know, Pete, but… it’s so huge” I wondered how he didn’t realize the way I looked at him, not only with so much love, but also admiration.

I adored Peter Parker as much as I loved Spiderman, and not just because they were the same person. But because they were two different parts of someone that I loved so much and that inspired me to be better myself.

“Hey, how about this?” To lighten the mood, his voice drastically changed from cautious and soft to cheerful and a bit more energetic. “Let’s go out! Take a walk, maybe grab some dinner? I would love to be with you for a while, I’ve missed you”

“You’re just saying that because you know it’s what I want to hear” I teased him a little, pulling away from his shoulder to look him in the eyes.

“No, I mean it!” His sweet brown eyes looked directly into mine. “Let’s go have some fun!”

“You got yourself a date, Parker” I smiled at him, feeling better already.

“Great�� He squeezed my hand before he stood up. “Could you tell May that I’m home while I get dressed?”

“Wouldn’t she have noticed if you walked through the door?”

“Hopefully she was too busy doing something else to notice and I can use that as an excuse for sneaking in”

I chuckled, but let him put on some clothes –over his Spiderman suit, I assumed –while I stood up myself.

“Fine” I kissed him in the cheek and headed for the door.

Peter was already going through his clothes to choose something to wear. I looked over my shoulder to him, feeling so grateful that he had come back in one piece.

I couldn’t help myself, I went back to hug him once again. He chucked in amusement, but didn’t think twice to reciprocate by wrapping his arms around me as well. We lingered in the embrace for several minutes, just enjoying feeling each other so close.

I giggled when Peter playfully tickled my sides, squirming away so he would stop. He obliged and wrapped me in a hug from behind instead, resting his chin on my shoulder. Then he pecked my cheek, the smile still plastered on his lips.

“Peter…” I whined shyly, feeling self-conscious about being so affectionate in public. To be honest, he wasn’t usually like that but I guessed he was just trying to make me forget about before. And it worked.

Fondly chuckling, he positioned himself next to me and kindly held my hand in his. We smiled at each other and kept on walking.

“You have mustard on your face” Pete pointed my cheek. “From the hot dog”

“Oh, wait” I quickly wiped that spot off, hoping it was gone. “Now?”

“No, lower” He pointed to his own face to show the spot.

“Here?” I rested my fingers against the corner of my lip and wiped again when he nodded. “Now then?”

“Not quite”

“Where is it then?”

“Here”

I should have known and not fall for it. Peter then planted a sneaky little kiss on my lips, making me blush like crazy.

“Peter Parker…” I complained, flustered by his loving attentions and how adorable he was. When I looked back at him, he was blushing a little, but that bright smile lingered on his mouth.

I was too busy looking at him to watch where I was going, so I tripped. I twisted my ankle and lost balance. Before I knew, and even though I felt Peter fumbling and flailing around trying to catch me, I painfully landed on my knees. Since I was wearing shorts, I could feel how I scraped my skin.

“Sorry, Y/N!” Pete was kneeling next to me in an instant. “I tried to catch you, but I wasn’t fast enough to-to… I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

I stared at him, wincing and brushing my palms since they had broken the fall as well. They were scraped too, and covered in dirt form the filthy sidewalk.

“I think so…” I hissed through my teeth, feeling my knees burning and my ankle in pain as well. “My ankle hurts, but I think I’m okay”

Pete gingerly placed his hands against my legs, analyzing the damage. I looked too, and saw that I was bleeding a little since I had ripped most of the skin from my knees off.

“I’ll take you back and heal that, okay?” He mumbled nervously as he placed an arm around my waist. “We’re near my place, I’ll get you there in no time”

“Wait, get me?” Just as I spoke, he had placed his other arm under my legs and was lifting me up.

“Yeah, I’ll look at your ankle back home” How was he so okay with me being so clumsy? Especially when I was so mortified at that moment.

“I’m so clumsy…” I muttered while he carried me along the streets.

“Hey, it’s okay!” He smiled down at me. “It could have been worse”

“I’m fine, Pete” I babbled stupidly, hating to worry him and get his attention so focused in me over something so absurd. “You can put me down, I’m okay!”

“I don’t want you leaning on your bad ankle and making it worse” He sweetly smiled at me once again.

I just resigned myself and hid my face on his shoulder, waiting until we were finally back. Then we could get over it already.

May freaked out when she saw Peter walking in carrying me bridal style. We had to reassure her that it was nothing, but even then she rushed to get the first aid kit and Peter had to convince her to leave him to heal me. All that fuzz over a little fall.

Peter knelt down in front of me to take a look at my ankle as soon as he carefully sat me down on the bed. I sighed as I reluctantly let him work.

“I think your ankle’s fine” His hands gingerly palpated my ankle, looking up at me to see if I winced or complained, which I didn’t.

“I told you, I’m fine” I avoided his eyes. “It’s a bit sore, but I’m not hurt”

“Okay, now your knees” He went to get the first aid kit, and I sighed tiredly before he came back.

The silence settled on the room as he kindly pressed a small piece of cotton doused in alcohol against my scraped knees. It sting a little, but I didn’t complain. Peter still blew on it to alleviate it.

“You’re very quiet” He suddenly piped up, staring up at me. “And you look upset, what’s wrong?”

“I just…” I dared to look into his eyes, even though I heaved a sigh. “I feel so stupid…”

“Why?” Peter whispered, nearly heartbroken.

“Because I’m so clumsy! This isn’t the first time I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you like this, Pete! And it probably won’t be the last one either” I had to avert my eyes when he frowned, not wanting to see the sadness reflected in his eyes.

It was always hard admitting one’s insecurities, but especially when it brought sadness to someone you loved. And Peter seemed to be unable to understand my reasoning.

“I think it’s pretty cute” He mumbled, and I caught a glimpse of a casual shrug.

“Is it cute when I fall and hurt myself?”

“No! Of course not, I don’t like you getting hurt! But when you get embarrassed it’s pretty cute”

I knew he was just trying to cheer me up and see the silver linings, but I wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment.

“But you get why I’m insecure about it, right? I’m just so stupid… It’s something stupid”

“Y/N” Peter curled up his finger under my chin and gently lifted it up so I would look back at him. “You’re clumsy, yeah, it’s one of your flaws. But I love you, flaws and all. Because it’s part of who you are, and I love you exactly how you are, clumsiness and all”

“You mean that?” I whispered, feeling tears of frustration arriving to my eyes.

“Every word of it” He nodded vehemently, letting go of my chin to rest his hands on my hips. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, you’re perfect the way you are”

I chuckled through my tears, wiping them from the corner of my eyes before they could shed.

“So stop feeling insecure, okay?” He briefly leaned forward to leave a loving and lingering kiss on my cheek. “You’re the coolest person I know, and I know Spiderman!”

“Shut up, Pete!” I giggled, lowering my glance, now flustered at his attempts.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, now I am”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”

“Great, let’s go back outside, sounds good?”

“Fine”

“Besides, now I have an excuse to hold you close to me so you don’t trip”

I softly slapped his chest as we both left the room. But I gladly snuggled to his side as we walked outside, his arm tightly wrapped around me.

I laughed at the Star Wars joke Ned said, even if Michelle rolled her eyes at us and our geekiness. I was wondering where Pete had went, but decided to be patient.

I entertained myself in looking around at the wonderful job that Liz and the rest of the homecoming committee had done. The gym looked better than ever, with all those lights and decorations. And people wore with their best dresses and suits, I myself had bought a beautiful red dress that Peter had complimented –and how ‘awesome’ I looked in it –many times.

Turning to Liz, I told her how amazing the gym looked and before we could continue the conversation, I saw Michelle do something that caught my attention. She was jokingly flipping someone off, and I knew that Peter had arrived.

As he arrived, he smiled at Liz and planted himself in front of me. I frowned when I noticed the expression on his face. He seemed, worried, scared, absent. Something bad must have happened.

“Pete?” I whispered, even though my voice could barely be heard over the loud music.

“Y/N…” I only saw his lips moving, didn’t hear his voice. “Y/N, I…”

“What’s wrong?” I urged him, taking him away from our friends to talk to him.

I noticed Ned staring at us, since he was the only one that knew Peter was Spiderman apart from myself. And we both had the feeling that whatever happened to him had to do with Spiderman.

“I’m sorry” He seemed to momentarily get out of his own thoughts as he locked eyes with me. “I’m so sorry, Y/N”

“Why? About… about what?” I urgently held his hands, concerned. “What happened, Pete?”

“I have to go” His eyes seemed absent as he looked at me with a sad frown. “I don’t have time, I need to go right now”

That said, he broke the contact and began running away from me. I had waited for that day for so long, looking forward to the moment when I’d go to the homecoming dance with Peter Parker. And he was standing me up without an explanation.

“Peter!” I shouted, loud enough for some people to turn around and watch.

I then sought Ned, and his eyes fell over me as well. Being Peter’s best friend and my own friend as well, he must have realized how I was feeling. Confused, worried, scared, insecure, angry, resentful. All at once, which was messing with me a little.

“I’ll go after him” Ned put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me as he hurried behind Peter.

I was left standing there for several seconds until Liz came by and asked me if I was okay. I brushed it off saying that Pete had to leave and got worried for a moment, but that I was relieved when Ned went with him. It was partially true, but that explanation was too simple for the complexity of the things that were happening and the emotions I was experiencing.

For the rest of the night, I tried to enjoy the dance with my remaining friends. Michelle, Liz and the rest were really fun, but I was having a hard time focusing on anything. I kept checking my phone to see if Peter or Ned called, but they didn’t. I hoped that meant they were both okay. Ned didn’t come back to the dance.

The days after I felt truly miserable. Ned and I felt distant for some reason, and things were even worse with Peter. It always looked like he wanted to approach me and talk to me, but he never did, he always hesitated and thought twice. It only worsened my insecurities.

I had developed a deep resentment towards them, especially towards Peter. It wasn’t logical, and it wasn’t permanent, but I was hurt. He knew how worried I got about him, how insecure I felt about myself, and he just left without telling me anything. He abandoned me just like that, even if he had reasons to. Couldn’t he have spared two more seconds to tell me ‘I have to go after the bad guy before he escapes’? I would have understood that, I wouldn’t have gotten mad. Worried, of course, but not angry.

The previous close and intimate relationship we had was gone, replaced by awkward glances and eventually avoiding each other. I felt worse than ever, noticing his absence, missing our moments together, dwelling on my own insecurities. Feeling terrible about both our situation and my own.

So I made up my mind, I was going to change it. Even if it was too late for Peter and I to figure things out, I needed a change. And so I committed to that resolution.

Time had passed, and things had been quite crazy and frantic at first until I got used to my day to day at the new Avengers compound. I still could hardly believe that none other than Tony Stark had given me a job there, helping Happy. It made me wonder if Peter told him about me, but I quickly dismissed that thought, not really wanting to think about my ex-boyfriend. Despite the fact that I had no resentment left and I was still fond of that boy.

But getting back to the job, it gave me the opportunity to meet the Avengers. And eventually, after being trained –mostly by Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow herself –going with them to some missions and helping them as much as I could.

The relative tranquility of my new life was suddenly interrupted when Mr. Stark arrived, bringing a visitor. Just as I walked around the hallway after doing inventory for Happy, I noticed him walking with Peter Parker. And they were headed my way.

“Y/N” Mr. Stark greeted me with a head nod, which seemed to gather Peter’s attention as he hadn’t noticed me.

“Y/N?” The boy repeated, whipping his head so fast that he had to massage his neck. “What are you doing here?”

I paused for a second, realizing those were the first words we exchanged in months. He seemed to notice it too after being impulsive enough to talk without thinking, because he awkwardly looked away.

“Oh, so this is Y/N” Tony looked from Peter to me. “The Y/N, your Y/N”

Why… did it feel like Mr. Stark knew this would happen? Was he playing matchmaker? Was he trying to get us to talk? Or was this just a coincidence? His tone most definitely stated otherwise.

“Y-Yeah…” Peter babbled, unable to keep his eyes off me now. He was looking at me almost like before, with the same adoration and fondness, maybe even more.

“I’ll give you kids a moment to talk then” In a subtle not so subtle way, Tony pushed us closer to each other. “I have to talk to Happy anyway”

As soon as he had walked away, I self-consciously rested the folder I kept the inventory with against my chest and hugged it tight. I decided to talk first.

“I heard about your heroic deed the day of the dance” I mumbled, realizing I still had a tiny bit of resentment left even though I understood that Peter really had to go to save the day. “I suppose you’re here about Spiderman”

“That, yeah…” Peter nervously nibbled on his bottom lip. “Mr. Stark wanted to talk to me after that”

“Great” I was happy about him, I really was, especially since I overhead Tony saying something about ‘upgrading’ Spidey with a new suit. And I tried to say it cheerfully, I really did, but it turned out quite cold.

“So… what are you doing here?” His eyes briefly fell over the folder that I clutched to my chest, but quickly went up to my eyes.

“I work here” I rolled my eyes, being suddenly flustered about it. “I’m unofficial back up for the Avengers”

“R-Really?” Peter chuckled, causing us to lock eyes. “Me too, I guess”

I realized how I had subconsciously sought a way to be closer to Peter even if I was still trying to distance myself from him somehow. We were both in the same situation, secretly ‘working’ for Tony Stark and backing up the Avengers in the rare occasions in which they needed our help.

“Maybe I was trying to be special like you” I admitted, also telling myself so. “More like Spiderman”

I noticed the realization slowly arriving to his features, and he sighed tiredly. For a moment, he glued his glance to the floor, but after a few seconds he looked back at me.

“You were never supposed to compete with Spiderman” He said in a low voice, almost being in pain as he spoke. I knew he was somehow blaming himself for that.

“I know, and it wasn’t your fault” I sighed as well, feeling a weight being lifted from my shoulders after all that time. “But I wanted to, I admired you so much…”

“But Y/N… Peter Parker and Spiderman are different”

“Really? So you didn’t leave that day without your super suit?”

Peter gawked at the air, astonished by my sudden comment. I shrugged a little, taking importance out of it.

“Yeah, I know. Mr. Stark sometimes isn’t as secretive as he thinks”

“I never meant to…” Peter’s eyes were becoming watery. “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I really didn’t want you to feel like that”

“Look, Peter” I rested the folder against my legs instead, feeling suddenly fidgety and restless. “I’ve changed. In the time I’ve been working here I’ve… matured. The Avengers helped me realize some things, especially Mr. Rogers”

“I mean… he’s the oldest, right?” Peter joked, probably trying to hide the fact that he got emotional. “He’s gotta be... the wisest...”

He shook his head, embarrased about his goofy attempt. I smiled fondly, but continued talking nonetheless.

“I’m not mad at you, and I still care about you. I’ve gotten over most of my insecurities, I’m a different person now” I said it with the intention of showing him that I didn’t think like that anymore. Maybe I was still trying to reach Spiderman when I first started at the Avengers compound, but not anymore.

“Would you take me in again then?”

“W-What?”

“I… Really miss you, Y/N” His expression was that of a lost puppy, which was pretty adorable and irresistible. “We’d make a good team”

“You mean with Spiderman? Or with Peter Parker?” I tilted my head to the side, analyzing the shift in his expression.

He smiled a little, and his brown eyes sparkled with happiness.

“Both. After all, they’re the same person”

I smiled back, noticing he had realized I was right about that part. It felt like we had settled our differences, fixed everything that pulled us apart. It felt… reassuring, exhilarating.

“Okay, Parker” I leaned the folder against my ribs with one hand and wrapped my free one around his. “You got yourself a deal”

“Underoos!” Mr. Stark called him, and I was surprised when Peter walked his direction along with me, never letting go of my hand.

I noticed Tony looked at us with a little smirk, satisfied. He didn’t seem to mind that Peter was bringing me with him to have the private conversation with him.

“Just so you know” Peter whispered as we walked. “You’ve been always special like me”

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