#but seriously I can't believe I never took the time to notice everything in the opening

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[makeyoumine69]

Call Me Babydoll 5

PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Patrick stays in your mind even after the disastrous Dorsia incident. Like a song you can't get out of your head, he continues to hum his sultry and sensual words and ways into your ears and heart. When he arrives unexpectedly with a surprise guest, he cannot deny that he is attracted to you. But is this even real?

CONTAINS: Angst, smut, masturbation (f), obsessive behavior, cursing and use of pet names, smoking, gaslighting & manipulation, humiliation & hyperfixation, Daddy kink, making out, marking, biting.

WORDS: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry to make you wait so long, I hope to get in shape soon and post more often!🥰

LINKS: [Ch.4]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]

Your mind was a complete mess, your heart nothing but glass dust. The echoes of your private conversation with Patrick on the outdoor terrace of Dorsia still lingered in your mind even after you returned home, though you couldn't remember how you made it since you had declined Bateman's offer to take you to your house.

The first thing you noticed when you crossed the threshold of your home was a strong, sweet scent of flowers. It was a familiar perfume that you already hated.

"Y/n? I thought you were already asleep in your room," and there she was - your father's girlfriend named Sophia, meeting you in the hall, smiling mischievously as she caught you doing something criminal. "Where have you been?"

Sophia was a middle-aged woman with Greek roots, she was really a nice person, always so kind and friendly to you, and most importantly - she never tried to replace your mother, for which you were very grateful. 

"I had dinner," you replied tiredly as you took off your coat. "Not a good one."

"Ouch…" She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before continuing. "Don't be sad, honey. You're an incredible person and I'm sure that one day you'll meet the right person." Sophia cheered this, smiling as if her words were a prediction of the future. "With whom you will feel that everything is in the right place."

Sighing, you tried to master something close to a smile. "Thank you, Soph." As much as you wanted to share your worries with her, you couldn't because she could tell your father everything. "I'm so exhausted I could fall asleep right here."

"Go rest," she mused, watching you go upstairs. "Tomorrow your father and I are going to visit my family."

"Good luck with that." You replied before disappearing from her vision.

It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, thanks to the endless thoughts that looped in your head like a broken record.

Why did you ever think that a man like Bateman could really take you seriously? You felt deceived, embarrassed and madly frustrated, because at the end of the day, Patrick was just playing with you like a toy, twisting you perfectly around his finger. 

Fidgeting in your bed, you accidentally recalled the memories of the day he was here - you could still feel the remnants of his hypnotizing cologne as your sheets smelled of him. A lonely tear slid down your cheek, outlining the beautiful shape of your face - now so dull and dejected. 

If only you could rewind time and not allow him to get close to you, not even for an inch. Sobbing, you curled up like a kitten, pressed your knees to your chest and tried to drift off, but every time you closed your eyes - his gorgeous face popped up in your mind, making you believe that he really had blessed you with a curse. A curse to be obsessed with the man who would never be yours.

It had been a week since you had seen Bateman, and somehow you had even managed to live through your depression and hide it from your father, although it was quite difficult due to his numerous questions about your sad face and bad mood. At work, some of your co-workers were also trying to figure out what was wrong with you, so you finally decided to take a few days off to relax and get your life back on track.

In the morning of one of those days, you suddenly found yourself writhing on the sheets, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. With an irritated groan, you threw the blanket aside, accidentally touching your painfully hard nipples. 

Oh shit, not again.

Closing your eyes, you didn't even notice that you were dreaming about him for the third fucking time in a row. You let out a muffled gasp as your trembling hand snaked down your belly between your half-opened legs to the center of your desire.

It was just impossible to resist.

"Aww, Daddy," you moaned softly, imagining it was his hand caressing your taut folds. "Please...I need more..."

Embarrassed but absolutely horny, you spread your legs wider, letting your own digits slide along your dripping pussy, and kept picturing his beautiful face as he praised you for being such a good girl for him. 

A loud gasp echoed through your room at the memory of his velvety, deep voice, playing in your head as if Bateman was really here, next to you, his hand wrapped tightly around your trembling throat as he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your climax, to see you collapse right before his dark hazel eyes.

"Mmhm, Patrick..." you frowned and shivered, your ministrations growing more impatient as you rubbed circling motions into your throbbing clit while feeling the impending orgasm building in your core. "Patrick, Patrick, please!"

To muffle your obscene moans, you had to bite the pillow next to you as you reached your climax, never stopping to massage your feverish nub. 

'You are so naughty, Babydoll. Look at the mess you have made.'

The echo of his sexy voice resounded in your clouded mind, prolonging your intense orgasm and you couldn't help but cradle your breast, only to pinch your hard little tip as you craved more. 

But unfortunately, after the haze of ecstasy wore off and you were finally able to think clearly, the bitter realization that it was all an illusion washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you completely broken. It felt as if you had put all your energy into getting that high, and now you could barely move, feeling satisfied yet devastated.

Over the next few hours, you showered several times and refused to leave your room, no matter how much your father and Sophia tried to convince you. Shame and despair were eating you alive from the inside out, draining all your positive emotions like parasites.

Whenever you tried to distract yourself by reading, you were annoyed by your mind tricks because every character's name starting with the letter P automatically became 'Patrick'. 

You hated that man for infesting your mind, body, and soul. Before meeting Bateman, you even thought you were frigid, but now...now you were ready to climb on the walls from the consuming desire to be...possessed? Owned? Marked? 

A loud knock at the door interrupted your train of thought and you barely stopped yourself from squeaking - all these days, since you started having nasty dreams with Patirck, you felt like you were doing something bad and someone from your household could catch you. Quickly you approached the door to your room and after unlocking it, you let your vision - which turned out to be your father - in. 

"I thought you were taking a nap," he chuckled, but then his face changed when he saw your tired eyes. "Are you sure you're not sick, (y/n)?"

"I'm not sick, Dad," you rolled your eyes and crossed your hands over your chest, ready to be lectured again. "Did something happen? I was in the middle of proofreading."

Your father hummed, tilting his head to the side. "You took a few days off to work at home?"

Scowling with annoyance, you leaned against the door and mumbled: "It helps me relax and clear my head."

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that Patrick is here," you felt the ground disappear under your feet as he spoke. "He came to sign some papers and I thought you might like to join us in the living room. Soph made your favorite apple pie."

This information made your temples ache with tension, and you had to massage them to ease the stabbing pain. "Father, I... I'm not really in the mood for guests."

Especially when this guest was Patrick Bateman.

Your father just sighed and stepped back, which meant he wasn't going to try to convince you. Most of all, you hated to upset your family, even though you didn't want to see Bateman, not after the things that had happened to you during these long, crazy days.

"Okay, okay," you knew you would regret it, but now you didn't see any other option. "I'll be back soon."

With that, you closed the door, feeling the panic rising in your chest. It seemed that your father still thought that you were still on good terms with Patrick, since you had not told him anything about that damn dinner. Trying to pull yourself together, you quickly went to the mirror to freshen up a bit - the fact that you were worried about what Bateman would think of your appearance still bothered you, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Almost fifteen minutes later, you finally came downstairs, wearing a short black top and your favorite tight jeans, and no, you weren't trying to impress him - a little spice wouldn't hurt.

As you approached the living room, you began to hear a cacophony of different voices: your dad's, Sophia's, and another unfamiliar female voice that made you stop in confusion around the corner. Who was that?

"(Y/n), don't be shy, come here." Your father's comment made you frown and bite your lip in embarrassment as you felt like you were transferred back to your childhood.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room and immediately became the center of everyone's attention. Your eyes quickly found the owner of the unknown voice - a pretty blonde girl sitting next to Patrick with a small notebook in her elegant hands. 

Another blonde, huh? 

Putting on a friendly fake smile, you managed to hide your frustration and walked closer to the couch to take a seat next to your father, completely ignoring Bateman's intense gaze.

"Uh, this is Jean, Patrick's assistant," your father introduced the blonde girl to you, and she smiled shyly when you raised your eyes to her. "Jean, this is (y/n), my lovely daughter."

"Nice to meet you, (y/n)," Jean murmured and turned to look at Patrick, as if looking for his approval. When he said nothing, she continued. "Patrick has told me a lot about you."

"Really?" You replied skeptically, your hands already crossed over your chest as you desperately tried to keep your composure. "How nice."

Somehow your father managed to notice the growing tension between the two of you, and his little cough caught everyone's attention. "Sorry, my throat gets dry from time to time."

"No need to apologize, Mr. (y/l/n)," Bateman suddenly joined the conversation, causing you to almost jump in your seat. "How about your lovely daughter making us some drinks?" His white-toothed smile was blinding, but you did your best not to react to this provocation.

"Yeah, sure. I'll make them." You stood up quickly, seeing this as a great opportunity to escape.

"Let me help you!" Jean suddenly suggested.

"No no no, you don't have to!"

"Hey, let her help you," Patrick put forward and tapped Jean's knee several times, which you couldn't miss. "It's better not to refuse people's help, because we live in such a cruel world. You know what I mean, (y/n?)" 

His smug wink at you made your hands clench into fists, but you decided not to argue with him and just stumbled out of the living room, hearing Jean's soft footsteps behind you.

In the kitchen, the two of you didn't try to strike up a conversation, feeling uncomfortable but not hostile. With casual confidence, you took out two glasses and three cups under the attentive gaze of Patrick's assistant.

"Whiskey for the boys and coffee for the girls," you hummed to yourself, finally glancing at Jean, who was standing shyly in the doorway. "Maybe you want something else?"

"No," she gasped when you asked her. "Coffee is fine."

"Good."

As the blonde woman watched you make the coffee, she came closer and looked around the kitchen. "'Your house is very cozy."

"Thank you," you gave her a warm smile and picked up a silver tray for the cups. "My mother used to love an atmosphere like this," your sudden confession made you stop everything for a moment and Jean noticed your tension. "She would be very touched by your compliment."

The sad undertone in your words made the woman pause and think about what to say next, and you used the moment to get additional things for the coffee, including sugar, cream and vanilla. 

"I would only ask you to help me with this," you nodded at the nearly full tray. "And I'll take glasses and a bottle."

"Okay," Jean picked up some napkins before taking a deep breath. "Patrick was right when he said you were a lovely girl."

Frowning, you almost spilled the last cup of coffee when you heard those words. "Uh, I don't understand why you were talking about me at all."

"Well, we talked about you when I made the reservation for your dinner in Dorsia."

An awkward silence hung in the air for some time before you managed to pull yourself together and place all the cups on the shimmering tray. "Mmhm-yeah, that dinner was something, I have to admit," you let out a nervous chuckle, not wanting to remember the events of that evening. "Do you like him?"

"W-what?" Jean blushed almost instantly, her beautiful blue eyes averted from your curious gaze and she had to fix her stray lock of hair behind her ear. "He's my boss, and I like working with him."

"Is he a good boss?"

"Yes, he is."

Satisfied with her answer, you crossed your arms and grinned. "Glad to hear it, I mean seriously," you watched her bat her long eyelashes as you moved the tray over to her. "I think you two look great together."

Exhaling, Jean took the tray and giggled sheepishly. "What makes you think that anyway?"

"I just noticed the way he looks at you," you replied frankly, picking up the glasses. "Thanks for the help. Now I have to get a drink for the boys."

With that, you cast your most sincere smile before retreating from the kitchen, and once you were out in the hall, your face became blank and dull. The things you just said - were they just some kind of masochism? You kept asking yourself as you walked to your father's office, where he kept his favorite drinks that he only served to special guests.

Carefully, with cat-like grace, you touched a doorknob when you noticed that the door was half open. Concerned, you quickly turned around and when you saw no one, you quickly opened it and stepped inside, only to freeze in shock and it was a fucking miracle that you didn't let the glasses fall down on the floor.

Bateman was standing with his back to you, so at first you hoped he wouldn't notice, but as soon as you turned on your heels, the man spun around and the sight of you made him smile mischievously and absolutely charmingly.

"Wrong door?" Patrick chuckled and shifted his position so that you could now see him holding a bottle and a lit cigar in the other hand.

"You can't smoke in my house," you said in an irritated voice. "I'm serious."

"Oh, stop it," his mocking chuckle echoed in your ears, annoying you more and more. "Your father gave me permission. Besides, he told me he had a bottle of J&B, so I decided to take it myself, since you two were very slow."

Having said that, the man puffed on his cigar and blew several rings of smoke, causing you to cover your mouth as you started to cough. The sheer arrogance he radiated was poisonous and somehow suffocating, it was like a tight rope around your neck, no snuff could affect you like that.

"Why did you send Jean with me?"

"And why didn't you answer my calls?" Bateman interjected sternly, closing the distance between the two of you.

The sudden question made you lose your balance for a second. "Calls? What calls? I... I don't even understand what you're talking about."

With a cheeky grin, Patrick took a drag on his cigar and blew right into your face. "Hmmm, let me remember," he leaned against the door and cocked his head to the side. "The one right after dinner, and the one the next day, and the one two days after that."

It was strange, because all these days no one had ever told you about Patrick's calls, and you thought that if he had really made them, your father would definitely have told you, since he wanted you two to get along so much.

"All right, let's pretend that you really did call me, but I can't understand why?"

"You seemed very upset after dinner," the man strove to parry your provocative question, though his eyes glowed with the thrill of the challenge you were giving him. "I just wanted to check on you, since your old man is worried about you too much, and... I didn't need any trouble to close the deal."

Another disappointment.

"Business above all, huh?" No matter how hard you tried to hide the pain, your voice still sounded somber. 

"Shhh," his sudden touch on your lower lip caused something heavy to fall in your stomach. "Don't be like that, Babydoll. I'm just doing my job."

"Even now?" You taunted him blatantly, though your panting could be clearly heard in the room.

The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable in the air, but you both remained still, even when Bateman approached your neck to inhale your sweet scent, mixing it with the sharp smell of snuff.

What the hell were you doing? 

When Bateman pulled away to place the bottle on the nearby bookshelf, he grabbed the glasses you were holding so desperately that your fingers began to curl. Then the man squeezed the cigar between his white teeth and, with practiced ease, picked you up and carried you to your father's desk. As he set you down on the wooden tabletop, he didn't let you protest, pressing his large palm over your mouth.

"Now, now, little girl," he cooed, exhaling smoke before pulling you a little closer. "C'mere, I'm going to show you something."

Carefully but determinedly, Patrick grabbed your chin and drew you closer so that your mouths were barely an inch apart. Pressing his thumb along your lips, the man forced you to part them, and in the next moment, he blew some smoke into your mouth before sealing it with his own. Intoxicated by both the smoke and Patrick's sudden intrusion, your hands clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, cramping the expensive fabric of his pinstriped suit. After all these days of desperate need for his touch, this kiss was like a sip of water in the desert; it was vital and overwhelming. With every breath you took, Bateman's movements became bolder, less tentative and more demanding; his warm hand slipped under your short top to caress your shoulder blades with feathery strokes that almost drove you to moan against his lips, but you struggled to stop yourself.

"Patrick," you gasped after breaking the kiss. "What the hell are we doing?

"You tell me, Babydoll." 

"No, because it was you who told me you didn't want to be a babysitter. Did you forget?" 

When you tried to slide off the desk, he wouldn't let you, pressing you closer to his strong body and finally putting his cigar in the ashtray not far from where he was holding you. "I always remember my own words…" With that, he placed both his hands on either side of your knees before moving them slowly up along your hips and God, Bateman was doing it so damn slow on purpose, forcing you to jolt from the strange tension in your lower belly - the feeling that had become your personal drug. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it. Your body speaks for itself."

You tried to pull away from him as you couldn't stand the way his hazel eyes were stripping you down, but the more you struggled, the more Patrick grew impatient, so he just yanked roughly by your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back and expose your delicate neck, which Patrick didn't miss the chance to mark, biting your tender flesh and then sucking the mark with a muffled groan.

There was something feral about him and that 'something' was making your body respond to his every touch, every little contact.

Nuzzling your cheek, Bateman lowered one of his hands to your bare stomach, drawing invisible lines along it before suddenly cupping your throbbing pussy through the tight material of your jeans, making you squeal and shake on the desk.

Just as Patrick was about to kiss you again, you both noticed a commotion coming from behind the door and then realized it was your father, you both didn't even have a chance to move as the door was quickly opened, revealing a very compromising picture.

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[kairiscorner]

question of the day: who would fall the hardest if they ever fell in love?

well... i've got 4 candidates in mind, and i think... (1/4)

miles g. morales — guilty of falling hard for you.

summary: miles morales always struck you as an apathetic guy, one who wouldn't particularly take relationships too seriously; until you both fell for each other, you realized... he did indeed fall for you, but he fell hard, way, way too hard for you. pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader genre: fluff !!

miles g. morales was, to you, such a cold, apathetic guy who always looked calm and composed in everything he did. he seemed like a guy that, you believed, wouldn't care too much if he was in a relationship–that he would put himself before his significant other; though you didn't have any evidence to back it up, save for how distant he seemed to you at first. but oh, were you wrong.

miles g. morales wasn't really all that insensitive as you thought when you got to know him, in fact–he was more sensitive to your thoughts, needs, and wants more than any other boy had ever been for you. it took a while, but the longer you spent around him, the more obvious was the fact that he truly, truly cared about you, from the bottom of his heart.

miles g. morales was the boy who'd stay after class, waiting for your class to finish so he could meet up with you and just be around you. ask him to explain why he's always risking his ass getting scolded for loitering outside your classroom, he can't give you one straight answer. "we had free time", "i had no where else to go", "i... left a pencil in that classroom. yeah."

miles g. morales would never admit to your face that he does indeed stare at you sometimes when you're not looking. whenever he sits close to you in class, be it behind, next to, or diagonally across to you–he always finds every angle of you to be a perfect angle to stare at and admire. don't be mad that he's looking, though, he can't help himself; you're way too mesmerizing for him to handle.

miles g. morales whose sketchpad gradually became a book full of... you in it. it started off as simple, small doodles of you; little cartoony you's that he found adorable and kept drawing when he wasn't focusing on anything else. but as time went by, he found himself focusing on you and your features more and more, almost as if he couldn't rip his gaze away from you.

miles g. morales had also noticed that whenever you speak, he hangs on to every word you say. he thought it would've creeped you out at first, how he can remember all the little details you'd tell him when you're telling him about something that happened in your day or how he remembers all the names of your pets, friends, favorite restaurants, favorite bands and artists–he hangs on to every word you utter, and he can't help it; your voice is just too tantalizingly sweet and attractive that he can't not listen to every word you speak.

miles g. morales was the boy who would use his intimidating appearance to his advantage and defend you against assholes who wouldn't take 'no' from you for an answer. he'd stare them down and glare at them, remind them for you that you said 'no', and if they didn't get the message the first time... they'll have to get through him to get to you. "i'm not gonna back down just because they're bigger than me, because i don't fear them. i don't fear them because, for all their brawn, they sure don't have any brains. and whatever happens after, i'll make sure you don't get in trouble; i'll shoulder the fault. i'd do this for you, every time."

miles g. morales would never wish to get in trouble or have beef with anyone else, but if it was you that others were bothering, then he'd willingly do everything he can to keep you safe and unbothered. he doesn't care what happens to him, so long as you stay safe, so long as it isn't your face being beaten in. you insist he shouldn't do these things for you, but... he can't help it. to picture you in danger makes his heart feel heavy; to get rid of that heaviness, he does these things for you, because he... he loves you.

miles g. morales doesn't dream at night, or at least didn't dream for a long while–or maybe he did and just forgets what he dreamt of the previous night–but when you two became much closer friends, he began to see glimpses and images of you in his dreams. in his wildest dreams, he was able to tell you in all kinds of scenarios that he felt weird around you–a good kind of weird. he'd feel a kind of warmth in his chest, accompanied by the pitter-pattering of his heart when your eyes lock with his, and he feels this urge in the corners of his lips to smile widely when you smile up at him. and, he'd never tell you this, but... in those dreams, he'd tell you how he really feels, and you'd teach him how to handle those feelings by placing your hands on either sides of his cheeks and pulling him close to your face–your nose feeling so soft against his own when your noses brush together–and with the feeling of your hot breath against his own lips... he wakes up.

miles g. morales wakes up to the reality that you probably only see him as a very good friend, a friend you used to think wouldn't care about those who love him but was proven very, very wrong. the friendship bracelet you made for him sits there by his nightstand, next to a cutely frame photo of the two of you at your birthday party. you designed that photo frame for him, and despite how a guy like him probably wouldn't care for cute things... he finds comfort and solace in a bit of cuteness in his life; he just wishes he could express that to you, you, who is cuteness personified. he wears that friendship bracelet every day–and wears it proudly. he doesn't hide it under his sleeve nor tuck it away when you're not looking; he's always got it on and shows it off by just having it on him. he loves having mementos of you on him, it gives him a feeling he hasn't had in a long time... and he hopes that, by some miracle, you'd feel that feeling for him, too.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Y'ALL I'LL URGENTLY NEED YOUR IMPUT RIGHT NOW

BECAUSE LIKE AM I READING THIS WRONG

So in this scene:

Peter is consistently and very pressingly trying to get Miles to hold MayDay, before having a heart to heart with him.

When suddenly his watch says "We got your location, Peter."

DID YOU INTERPRET THIS AS INTENTIONAL OR NOT?

Since my first viewing, I believed it was fully intended and that Peter had alerted them that he was with Miles. I always assumed Peter was ratting him out.

But so far two people have told me they see this is accidental. Which shocked me. Do you think it's intentional, or a complete accident?

Here's why I think it was completely intentional:

So of course we begin the scene with Peter being VERY insistent that Miles hold his baby. Like.. uncomfortably consistent. He's deadset on getting Miles to hold Mayday. Insisting that it'll make everything okay.

They end up in a small enclosed area.

So they're in this enclosed space, and now Miles chances of escape drop dramatically. Going down seriously is the only way he can leave - and he can only do that if both his hands are free.

Peter knows for a fact if Miles is holding MayDay - 1) he can't swing and 2) he would never kidnap her.

I always interperted Peter's insistence not as a weird fatherly thing, but a ploy to get Miles to stay in one place.

In a space like this, Miles can't wallcrawl with a baby in his hands, and there's no place to swing, besides - Miles would never take her from her father anyway.

Plus there's the Lyla thing. Let me go on.

Peter gets down beside him, putting a hand on Miles trying to get his eye contact. And then MayDay attaches herself to Miles' arm. Peter is really close here - like MayDay doesn't have to lean much to cling on to him.

By the time he says 'And she happened-' MayDay is already on him, Miles just hadn't noticed yet. Peter isn't holding her anymore.

In one shot, MayDay is on the other side of Peter, then suddenly she's on Miles' arm. I assumed this was Peter putting MayDay on Miles, are at least getting her close enough to cling to him.

To me it looks like he literally passed her from one arm to the next in order to get her close to Miles.

Now Miles hands are full. He can't go anywhere. Now all Peter has to do is laugh and joke until they can get to him. Peter even judges the way Miles holds her - I assumed this was him trying to coax him into really holding her, calming down and not focus on leaving.

The better Miles grip on her is, the less likely he is too take off.

Right after this Lyla announces herself - saying "We got your location, Peter."

Now, I always took this as confirmation that yes, he set up Miles.

Why else would Lyla speak out loud to him if he's hadn't spoken to her first. If Peter didn't KNOW he was being tracked, why would Lyla just announce it to him suddenly? Her natural protocol probably would've been to just tell Miguel.

So I always saw Lyla speaking out loud like this as the sign that Peter spoke to HER first, letting her know to track his location, and believing it was safe to respond out loud, Lyla replied back.

Instead of Lyla just talking suddenly and giving Peter away.

As soon as this happened, I immediately understood why he was SO insistent on Miles holding MayDay and holding her well, and calming down.

Because he was intentionally trying to corner/ground him in time for The Society to get to him.

How else would they even know that he was with Miles - and to track HIM and not Gwen - unless he directly told them 'I have Miles with me.' someway?

From Day 1 I saw this as intentional, but I've seen multiple people now who believe it was an accident.

What do you believe? Cause I don't think Lyla would just speak out loud unprompted in a situation like this. To me I always saw it as her responding to Peter, AFTER Peter ratted Miles out.

I mean, look at Miles' face. He LOOKS betrayed. He LOOKS HURT.

Peter says he didn't know, but Miles doesn't believe that. Neither do I.

He says "I didn't know, I promise." But I was like-

Yeah sure, you didn't know the watch you've had for months and the sophisticated ass AI on it can track your location, sure bro.

Sure, Lyla just figured out on her own that you were with Miles and then decided to rat you out. Sure. Her voice recognition picked up Miles being there and she still spoke out loud uh-huh. STFU.

You not making no sense bro CAP. STOP THE CAP!!!!

Like...... Seriously, how else would Lyla know to ping Peter's location, other than him telling her. It's just him and MILES!!!!!

I don't know. That how I always read the situation.

And Peter using his baby to manipulate and corner Miles like that - It DO NOT sit right with me. It don't matter of face I'm sick to MY STOMACHHHHHHH!!!

But maybe I'M the one bugging. If I'm reading this wrong but who knows bit if he deadass ratted him out.....guitar. guitar. Hobie, the guitar!!!!

But how do you read this scene, you think he did it on purpose or nah?

Cause Lyla announcing herself like that is mad random unless he spoke to her first. She could have found him and told Miguel, but I feel like she told Peter too because he actively requested he be tracked.

Hm. HMMMM.

Thoughts, ya'll? We think he did it or nah? Let's hear what the audience thinks fr fr

[7ndipity]

When You Get Jealous

Yoongi x Reader, f/n(friend name)

Summary: Yoongi never took you for the jealous type, till now.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This was inspired by a post (that I can't find now😞) with a quote "soulmates are stupid, I love you on purpose" that I thought fit Yoongi well.

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It’d been an awkwardly quiet car ride home, Yoongi glancing at you every few seconds, trying to figure out what had happened to turn you so silent.

When you’d left for the event, everything had been fine, but at some point in the night, something had clearly changed.

“Babe,” Yoongi began as he opened the front door for you, but you walked right past him and proceeded through the house without a word, sticking to your stony silence.

“Will you at least tell me what it is that you’re upset about?” He asked as he followed after you, leaning against the door frame to your room as you removed your jewelry and started gathering your things to wash up for bed.

“What do I have to be upset about?” You retorted. “You only left me sitting by myself for half the night while you went off and talked to f/n.”

‘That what this was about?’

“It was twenty minutes, not half the night.” He said. “And I was just talking to f/n about a project, you know I like getting their opinion on things like that.”

“I’ve noticed.” You mumbled sourly, making him pause and study you more closely.

“You’re not seriously jealous are you?” He asked in disbelief.

“No…” You denied hollowly, convincing neither of you. “Maybe…”

“Why?” He asked, completely unused to this side of you.

You sank down onto the edge of the bed, staring at your lap as you spoke.

“Seeing you with them, watching the way you work together, it made me realize just how different we are from each other.” You explained. “I mean, you’ve said it yourself, half of the time, it’s like we’re from different planets. But the two of you have so much in common, you might as well be soulmates.”

He scoffed at that. “That’s not a thing.”

You glanced up at the sound. “You don’t believe in soulmates?” You asked.

“Fuck no!” He scrunched his face in distaste at the very thought.

“What about us then?” You asked, making him sigh as he came to crouch in front of you, catching your hands in his.

“I love you on purpose, not because someone or something tells me to.” He said, looking up at you seriously. “I wake up everyday and make the choice to love your stubborn ass, and I don’t give a fuck what the universe thinks about it.”

You couldn't help grinning slightly at that. It was such a Yoongi response.

“Okay.” You agreed.

"And you don’t ever have to worry about anyone else, okay?” He said, holding your gaze. “You’re it for me. No one else.”

“Good. Now, can I please have the kisses you own me from the car ride?” He pouted at you, making you laugh.

“Yes, I’m sorry. C’mere.” You chuckled, pressing several long kisses to his lips before speaking again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too…" He mumbled back. “You still owe me two more though.”

[asherthehimbo]

Taking care of you

Choi Jongho x gn!reader

hurt/comfort?? drabble

no specifics on readers' appearance except for the fact that they are taller than Jongho

•You've always been a hopeless romantic, despite having minor dating experience. You had two minor relationships in highschool, neither worked out. You had somehow always been the one putting in effort, taking care of your partner and it made you tired. You were a caring person but you wanted to feel secure in a relationship, feel like you could depend on the other person. So you went through the rest of highschool, and the first year of college believing you wouldn't find love. You still believed in it, found it beautiful, yes you were jealous of others who had found their person, but you couldn't resent them for being happy.

•You never shared these thoughts with anyone, Wooyoung, your best friend, had a suspicion about this, but it wasn't his place to pry, you would tell him if you wanted too. He knew it hurt you to see others being taken care of in a relationship in the way you wanted to be. It hurt him, but you also refused to let your friends take care of you.

•It confused him at first, you taking care of your friends, yet refusing to let them care for you in the same way. Until he realized that's an action you're saving for someone special.

•You were in your second year of college when you met him, Choi Jongho. He was a year younger than you, a music major. He had a few other classes in common with Wooyoung, so he was invited into your little friend group. At first, you treated him like you treated all your friends. You took care of him, he was younger than you after all.

•Despite your tendencies you realized Choi Jongho doesn't like being cared for, at least not by you. He wouldn't be mean or refuse your help, but he wouldn't go out of his way to seek it, unlike your other friends.

•It started off small at first, him giving you his jacket when he noticed you were cold after you had given your jacket to Hong Joong. Then he corrects a barista who got your order wrong. Giving you a triple chocolate cookie (your favorite) when you have a bad day. How he noticed you had a bad day you will never know.

•Then he starts appearing when your classes end, walking you home, you start studying together in the library. Before you know it you've fallen deep for Jongho without even realizing.

•Wooyoung is the first to notice the change, he brings it up and you deny his claim, stating you and Jongho are simply friends. You can deny it to Wooyoung but you can't deny it to yourself.

•Jongho is doing everything you've ever wanted in a boyfriend, and he's not even your boyfriend. He walks with you everywhere, holds your hand in crowds so that you won't get lost, remembers the small details about your interests, he listens, like actually listens when you start to ramble about something. He looks at you with the softest smile you've ever seen, he makes you feel so warm, yet nauseous at the same time.

•Jongho isn't big on skinship, you know this, so you can't help but overthink every time he holds your hand, sits next to you, so close your thighs are touching, puts his hand on the small of your back when trying to move you out of the way.

•Despite being taller than him, when he hugs you, you feel so small, so protected. You never knew you were touch starved until you felt his touch.

•Jongho isn't your boyfriend, but he's far beyond being just a friend. For once in your life, you're comfortable to settle in the silence of not having a boyfriend. Because now you have Jongho, whatever your relationship may become.

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note: This is just a fun little drabble I made and is not to be taken seriously. Please be respectful <3

[whiskeynwriting]

I can’t help but imagining jack and baby cakes getting a tiny little cowboy hat for their baby

This is seriously such a cute idea, omg

A Blessing

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (what’s new), breeding kink (ooh this is new), lactation kink (this is new too!), talk of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom daddy whiskey, very brief mentions of loss/death

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A/N: I'm so in love with him I can't stand it.

Not beta-read, read at your own risk my friends

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In your opinion, there wasn’t a better way to tell him. After you found out yourself, it was only a matter of time before he found out, too. And you didn’t want it to be by accident, and you didn’t want him to wait. The moment just flowed so freely, his words sparking something inside of you.

“From now on, sugar,” When he looked up into your eyes, your smaller frame sitting snugly on his lap, you were able to see everything. Every bit of your husband’s love and genuine care on display. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you felt your anxiety fizzle through your veins, excitement and worry all wrapped into one. And he noticed your change in expression, his own now frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

Almost nervously, he laughs. Feeling unsure. “What do you mean? Teddy?”

Your new puppy is already asleep in his crate, though it pains you to see. You can’t wait until he’s old enough to sleep on the bed with you.

“No… not exactly.” Giggling nervously, you sigh, looking down. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Jack,” Looking back up into his eyes, you take a deep breath, deciding to be forward with him. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

Immediately, the muscles in his face drop, a look of tender shock washing over him. Slowly, his head moves back, getting a better look at you.

“No, you’re not.” He says blankly, eyes searching your own for any sense of hesitation.

Smiling brightly, you nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“What, I mean, you…” Those warm brown eyes then drop down to your tummy, staring dumbly at you. “Really? Are you s-sure?” 

Internally, his heart is racing, throat going dry as he processes this. I’m gonna be a dad?

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I took like ten tests.” You’re laughing now, hands holding his cheeks to lift his eyeline to you. “I told you I’d give you babies, honey.” 

“I can’t believe this.” All at once, his emotions hit the surface, a gentle wetness forming on his lower lashline. “Baby, oh my god.” 

Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around you, face resting against your chest. It’s a tight embrace, forcing your body against his. He can’t even describe all of the emotions he’s feeling right now. Something between pride and disbelief and gratitude and love. Always so much love for you.

“How, how far along are you?” Chuckling, he shakes his head, kissing your covered chest. “Babycakes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this.” 

“I’m not sure.” Lowering yourself, you turn, resting your cheek on the top of his head while stroking his hair. “No more than a few weeks; a little over a month, probably.” 

“Well, let’s schedule you a doctor’s appointment, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re okay, that everything is ready.”

“Ready?” You giggle, looking down at him. 

“Well, yeah! We gotta make sure they’re healthy, make sure you’re healthy. Figure out how far along you are and start planning. You know, I’ve always thought about a ranch-themed nursery.”

This time, a big-bellied laugh escapes you. “Of course you have.” 

“Honey, we’re gonna have a baby.” 

While the two of you have talked about kids before, he never really came to terms with the fact that it would happen again. Ever since losing his first wife Anna, and their unborn son Rhett, he didn’t think it was possible to be gifted such a blessing again. But here you are, giving him everything he could ever want, giving him the entire goddamn world. 

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you, provide for you - you know that, don’t you?” Immediately, worry consumes him, worry and determination. He won’t let what happened to them happen to you. You’re the most precious thing he’s ever had, he won’t ever lose you. 

“Of course, I do.” Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile. “You made those promises to me on the day of our wedding. But I knew it before then, too.” 

Your husband then sighs, sucking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He’s holding onto you like he’ll never let you go. And he never will. 

“I know this is obviously really soon, but…” 

Jack’s eyes are on you as you speak, his attention unwavering. He can’t believe you’re his wife, can’t believe you’re going to be the mother of his child.

“Do any names come to mind?” You’ve discussed names before, but you’re wondering if any stand out to him now.

He nods, smiling. “You know I like Henry and Jasper.” 

At this, you hum. You’ve always loved the name Henry, and have had a fondness for the name Jasper since he introduced it to you. “And for a girl?” 

“Rowan or Violet.” Jack says firmly, “I love those names.” This makes you grin; you’d introduced him to both of them.  

“Jack?”

“Hm?” He’s still gazing up at you, resting his chin gently on your chest. The expression on his handsome face is entirely lovestruck, in absolute awe of the vision of you. “What is it, baby?” His hands are caressing your back, fingers tracing small, delicate circles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, baby doll.” He looks like such a puppy right now, staring at you with an incredible amount of adoration. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby.”

Grinning excitedly, you whisper, “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care.” Comes his immediate answer, shaking his head briefly. “I don’t care at all, not a single bit, baby. I just want ‘em, want a little kid runnin’ around here that’s half you, half me.”

“Just one?” You tease, smiling. And you’re still running your fingers through his hair, heart beating profoundly.

“As many as you’ll let us have, honey.” He tells you wholeheartedly. And then he releases another breath, and quite dramatically. Dropping his head, he kisses your chest, more passionately this time. “Honey, you’re going to look so beautiful with our baby.” 

One of his hands then retracts, sliding over your pelvis, thumb brushing against your lower belly. Truly, he can’t wait to see it, your stunning body growing from his baby. He can’t believe you want this; if only he knew how proud you were to have it. What a blessing.

“You think so, daddy?” 

Something about the moment shifts from sweet to sensual, Jack’s mouth slowly moving over you. Mhm is all he says in response, mumbling against your chest. 

“You know,” He then says, that southern voice growing deep. “I was wondering why you weren’t drinkin’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Oh, honey.” Closing his eyes, he forces out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

“What? That I have your baby in me?” It’s said in a teasing voice; you love how he’s responding to this. 

Lifting his head, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with overt happiness. Jack is absolutely overjoyed to hear this, all of it. And if it’s even possible, it’s made him fall that much harder for you. 

“Babycakes,” Just like that, his hands are sliding down to your ass, gripping your firmly while he groans. Sliding his face over your clothed breasts, he coos quietly. “Daddy wants you.” 

“Yeah?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, tonight was the perfect time to tell him - on New Year’s Eve, on the one-year anniversary of your engagement. You swear, life with him is like a fairy tale. 

“Baby, come here.” Jack’s mouth has moved up to your neck, his hands securing themselves to the bottom of your thighs while he stands up. 

Lifting you with him, he revels in the way you cling to his body, holding onto the sturdiness of him. You can feel the muscles in his upper back and arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Your thighs squeeze his waist, feeling the broadness of his palms slide up to your ass. 

“You’re mine? Huh?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek. 

After striding down the hall, he nudged open your bedroom door, now lowering you to the bed. But his body doesn’t leave you, it covers you, crawling over your smaller form. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, he gazes down at you, a predatory look in his eyes. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours.” Already, you feel drunk on him, on this new feeling. Reaching out, you hold his face. And because of your compliance, he leans into your hold, coming down to kiss you. 

“Oh, baby, let me love on you.” Turning his head, he rubs his forehead over your chin, a gentle and loving nudge. “Daddy wants to touch you.”

Right now, all he’s thinking about is the beauty of your body. You were a gorgeous thing before, and he never thought you could be more amazing than you already were. But somehow, you are. Somehow, you’ve managed to mesmerize him even more. 

You let him move you, let him do whatever he wants. Gentle hands remove your clothing, leaving you bare while he remains clothed. He’s not focusing on himself, he’s focusing on you. 

Jack’s strong hands run down your sides while he sighs, eyes trailing over your naked form. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting your lower belly. He kisses you softly, humming happily, rubbing your hips while he does it.

“Baby…” He’s already being so sweet, you can’t wait to see how he acts when you really have a belly.

Reaching down, your fingers slide easily through his hair, Jack’s handsome face relaxed in contentment. He feels warm, touching you softly. To get closer to your skin he leans back, lifting his shirt from his body. And then he’s returning to you, face snuggling into the slope of your neck. His one arm keeps him up while his other lays over your body, keeping a hand on your tummy. 

“You’re my girl, honey.” The curve of his nose slides along your neck, knocking your head to the side ever so gently. “Say it to me.”

Smiling, you lift your hands, holding the sides of his face. “I’m your girl, baby.”

“That’s right, honey.” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile, the one that made you fall for him. “You’re so pretty, babycakes. So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Nodding, you keep your grin, melting beneath his praise. 

“Then say it.” He softly demands, whispering into your ear. “Say it to me.”

“I’m pretty,” Jack grunts slightly when you don’t say it all, shaking his head against you. But it makes him happy when you complete the phrase. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s my girl, my good girl. Say it to me, honey. Let me hear you say it - you’re my good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” He’s never done this before, never made you repeat his praise. But he wants you to know it, wants you to say it until you truly believe it. Jack wants you to know how wonderful you truly are. 

The hand on your stomach lifts to your chest, touching you kindly. He cups you, massages you, turning his head to press those plush lips to your cheek. And he continues, going on for who knows how long, making you repeat his wonderful words and feeling pride bloom in his chest when you say them. 

You’re the love of my life. 

Your body is amazing

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

You’re the person that completes me

“I want you to know it, honey. I always want you to know it.” 

The love Jack gives you is on an entirely different level than the love you’ve received from others. It’s like you didn’t even know what love was before him. 

“Mm…” He hums, hand dropping from your chest to rub between your legs. “Sugar, you’re wet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You’re nodding, whining slightly, heart skipping in its beat. 

“You want me, baby? You want it?” He’s kissing your cheek again, sighing against you. “Because daddy wants you.” 

Nothing would make Jack happier in this moment than to claim you, to mark your body as his all over again. Spiritually, emotionally, physically, you're his. And he is yours.

Your words allow him to move easily, shifting his pants off his hips and down his legs until they’re discarded somewhere behind him. Jack’s body keeps you down, the warm skin of his chest pressing into your own. This is when he finally meets your lips, his hungry and passionate. Your husband swallows every sound you make, every moan and high whine as he positions himself to slide inside. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” His breaths are already hurried, speaking when he pushes himself into the space between your legs. “When you let me lay you back, when you let me take care of you…” 

“I always want you to.” Reaching for his shoulders, you cling to him, walls stretching around his girth. 

He’s moving so slow that it’s becoming agonizing, finally deciding to lift your hips to speed up the process. And it works, Jack’s punched-out gasp fanned across your face as he looks down at you, down at where the two of you connect.

“If you think I spoiled you before…” He says, grabbing onto your hip with a grin. “You have no idea what’s comin’.”

“I know you’ll always take care of me daddy,” Something emotional overcomes you, one hand lifting to cup his handsome face. “I need you.”

Instantly, he’s diving down, bringing himself back to you. He lets you hold him, both arms wrapping around his neck. Keeping his one hand on your hip, he begins a gradual pace, ducking himself into the crook of your neck to suck sensually on your skin. 

“Daddy, faster, please.”

Already, you’re whining for him, and he fucking loves it, he always has. You succumb so easily to him. Since the first night you saw him, you’ve been addicted. 

“Uh-uh,” Shaking his head, he keeps himself against your neck. “We’re gonna go at daddy’s pace. Don’t wanna hurt your body, baby.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise, I just, I want it.” You haven’t even had your first ultrasound yet and he’s already treating you like glass. 

Dropping his forehead to your chest, he groans. “You think you know what’s best?”

At this, you whimper, his simple words putting you back in your place. 

“You’ll do what daddy says, babycakes.” Shaking his head, he sighs, continuing to slide in and out of you at a gradual pace. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Your tiny okay daddy prompts him to lift his head, praise floating from his lips as he leans in to kiss you. Opening his mouth, his tongue slides against your own, tasting you with a sense of urgency. The way he moves his mouth is entirely opposite to the rest of his body. He’s still going slow, the firm drag of him along your walls making you cry out for him. 

“Oh my god, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack is panting, his hips rutting into you repeatedly. And you’re still clinging to him, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. 

Sliding your hand down his back, it lands on his ass, pushing him closer to you, urging him to dive deeper inside you. 

“You can’t do that.” Feeling your nails scratch down his back, he bares his teeth briefly, feeling a surge of adrenaline kick in. “I’m gonna cum too quick if you keep doing that.” He’s referring to the way you’re moving your hips, and the way you’re touching him.

“It’s okay, daddy. I want it,” Leaning in, you whisper to him, “I already have it.” 

“Oh, honey,” And just like that, he’s thinking about the pregnancy, about how beautiful you’ll look with your belly. “Will you let me lick you?”

“Hm?” 

His free hand rises to your chest again, gripping your left breast. “When these get big ‘n full…”

Those brown eyes then look down, gazing at your chest with a sense of hunger you’ve never seen before.

“Will you let me taste them?”

Fuck, you never even thought about that. It’s never been brought up before, Jack having any kind of lactation kink. But it makes sense, he does love your soft, plump chest. 

“Baby, that’s so sexy…” Watching him dive down, he sucks your nipple inside his mouth, moaning. “Yes, of course I will, daddy.” 

Just thinking about it makes him throb, his imagination pushing him to the edge. He can already picture it, your sensitive tits spilling from the nipple, leaking down your chest. It would taste so sweet, the milk dripping from you. He’d massage them in his warm, strong hands, squeezing more out of you. 

“Fuck me, sugar, I’m…” Pinching his eyes shut, he groans. “Jesus baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if you’re feeling sensitive from your early pregnancy or just from the moment, but you feel like you could cum, too. It didn’t always happen, experiencing your high solely from his length. But the way he’s fucking you right now is making your body shake. 

He bites into your shoulder, groaning, hips jerking harshly into the space between your legs. Jack lets you guide him, your hand on his ass pushing him in even deeper than he already is. With your other hand, you grip his hair, your body rolling up against his. The feeling of him spilling inside you is what does it, and it shocks you both, your orgasm riding through you in waves. And then Jack slides his hand up the bed, holding the back of your head and kissing the bruise he left. 

The way he cums is something else; it’s like it has a different purpose now. Holding your body close, he wraps both arms around you, thinking about the life the two of you have built. He’s never been more confident that you’re the one for him. 

Jack’s aftercare was always top tier, you’re truly blessed to have such a doting partner. After cleaning you, he brings you a clean set of pajamas, placing a pillow beneath your head. He knows your nighttime routine pretty well, so he brings you your hairbrush and a hair tie, watching you brush and then braid your hair. When you’re done, he puts everything back, returning to your side in no time. Smoothing his palm over your forehead, he kisses it, doing the same to your belly. And it makes you grin. He then jogs downstairs, grabbing your water bottle so he can fill it and also bring up some snacks. 

“You wanna watch somethin’, baby?” Setting your bottle on your nightstand, he sighs, grunting slightly as he rounds the bed to get situated on his side. “Brought you some fruit and popcorn.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to do that.” Smiling brightly at him, your eyes dazzle with admiration. 

But while you’re looking at him, he frowns, eyes narrowing. Darting slightly to the side, he looks at your phone screen, now grinning. 

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding at your phone. 

Turning your head, you look back at your Google search, cheeks burning from your grin. Looking back at him, you nibble on your corner lip. 

“What do you think about a tiny cowboy hat?”

[mysilaan]

Hellow, hope everything's good! I'm here to request some hcs for my boy, Thomas. 😎

I noticed something cute about him in these two episodes, and I wondered if you could write about it.

So, whenever he shows something of his interest or something he created (aka his coffee machine app/the VR set) to the Newcete, he looks so proud of himself and full of enthusiasm to share something he likes with her, it's just-- so cute!!! I imagine him having the proudest, stupidest smile on his face when she likes it as well. And they're bonding slowly, and it's just fills my soul with so much happiness! (i'm a slave for slow burns, can't help it)

Thank you! 💕😊

Hello Anon :) It has been tough for me recently but it’s getting better, thank you!

Now that’s a very good headcanon request… I’ve noticed it too and I found it very endearing⭐

(And yeah slow burns supremacy 😔)

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THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON 🍒

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You were having one of those comfortable sleeps where nothing in the world could get you out of bed, and you were having a pretty nice dream on top of that. Your eyes slowly opened, and you were hit with the feeling of forgetting something. Had your alarm already rung this morning? Your eyes flashed open and you took your phone on your nightstand to check the time. 08:53 am.  You were so doomed.  You leapt out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans and top you could find. Snatching your keys, you dashed out of the house without even grabbing a snack. Once at the bus stop, you took a look at when the next bus was passing by. “Five minutes… It should be fine.” You muttered to yourself. But the bus was late and you ended up waiting for ten long minutes…

Arriving at the building, you glanced at your phone screen: you were almost an hour late… You knew that Devon wouldn’t mind much, it wasn’t in your habits and he knew that. You searched your pockets and bag to find your badge but it seems to be nowhere to be found. “No, don't tell me…” Yes, you forgot it. You let out a frustrated noise while looking for the doorbell of the open space. But before you could do anything, a loud motor sound made you turn towards its source. Someone on a motorcycle had parked just in front of the building. Did this person work here? You were curious about their identity. You got your answer when the person removed their helmet-and it was none other than…“Thomas?!” His name slipped out of your mouth in a mix of surprise and confusion.  He tilted his head towards you with a raised eyebrow and you unconsciously moved towards him. “Weren’t you supposed to start at 8:30 this morning?” You were caught red handed. “Well… Hello to you too. I overslept.” He just nodded and turned his back to you to grab his stuff. “I didn’t know you were riding a motorbike.” “You never asked.” Of course he would say that. When he turned back towards you, ready to head inside, he seemed surprised to see you observing his motorcycle with such fascination. “That’s a pretty one. How long have you been riding it?” you asked. Were you seriously asking about his bike? He never thought it was something you were interested in. “I'd say about three years… It’s not my first one though.” “That’s so cool! The speed might be crazy on this one.” When you raised your gaze on his face; you noticed he was smiling, he almost seemed proud. That’s something you noticed before: his usual serious expression vanished when he talked about something he liked. It made you smile involuntarily. “It is. What’s great about this one is its tires-” You cut him mid-sentence without thinking. “Yeah, I heard they’re pretty light for this kind of motorcycle.” He looked at you, completely incredulous. “Did I say something wrong…?” “No… Do you ride one yourself?” You laughed. “I wish! But no, I’m just interested. My father was a MotoGP fan; looks like he passed on his passion to me.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah! You don’t believe me?” you teased. “No! It’s just that not many people are interested in it.” “Well… You found a comrade!” He simply nodded, smiling, his head full of things he’d like to talk to you about motorcycles, but reality interrupted. “We should go now, you’re already really late.” You gasped. How could you forget? You walked beside him, and he used his badge to get the both of you inside.

You had to stop by Devon’s office to apologize for being late. He, of course, accepted your apologies, but made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate it if it became a habit-and that was only fair… Returning to your desk, which was just in front of Thomas’, the ginger-haired boy raised his head to catch your attention. “Is something the matter?” you asked. “No… I just wanted to know, since you seemed really interested… Would you like a motorcycle ride one day?” You thought your ears were playing tricks on you. “You mean… On your bike? With you…?” “Who else?” Now you were the one surprised. But you couldn’t refuse such an offer. “I’d be delighted!” Thomas nodded at your answer. “I don’t have a second helmet with me, but I can bring that tomorrow… If you want.” “Of course! Let me treat you with dinner as a thank you then.” “If you really want to.” You smiled while sitting back on your chair, satisfied. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at your colleague who seemed pretty content too. You were already imagining it-a ride on this amazing motorcycle (maybe not at full speed, for obvious reasons), the wind all around you, a delicious dinner… And Thomas’ company. You almost slapped your face when you realized what you were thinking about. You quickly started working, not allowing your thoughts to drift any further. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening…

[cherryblossombombs]

I have an issue with the "the giga cover is likely fujobait" because I can't help but think:

if it was truly fujobait, why now?

Why try to get their attention if MHA is now in the 100M club? The series now so popular, hori/jump doesn't need queer shippers to increase its popularity.

Why try to get fujos and queer fans, if it's already popular in that group? Wasn't it apparently shown that MHA is more popular with women and LGBTQ+ fans?

Why try to get that audience when hori had the chance to do that back in 2016-2018 when Kr//bk was the popular gay ship? Wasn't there an interview where someone pretty much asked hori if he's for kr//bk, but instead of playing along, hori made it about bkdk (the ship that no one took seriously at the time) and said he saw the hand hold more about bkdk angst. Kr//bk was a popular ship, it had bones making official art of them. The smash parody manga had moments of it. Two heroes was their movie [I believe hori didn't really help in that movie. However, notice how in the second movie, (he was a part of that one one), focused on bkdk (again, the ship no one took seriously)]. Hori had the ability to use that ship as bait, but he seemed to be the only one out of everyone else to not go for it. Instead he kept pushing for the ship that was thought to be too toxic to even become a platonic ship.

If horikoshi did not want bkdk to seen as romantic, why isn't he stopping jump for implying it? You really can't say that he has no ability to, the guy went to bones and told them the ending. Now, notice how bones suddenly stopped making iz//ch moments and added a bkdk moment in the recap episodes (something that they would never do 2 seasons prior). The assistant (whom hori is friends with) is a loud speaker of dkbk lol. Hori follows him on twitter, there's no way that hori hasn't seen his dkbk art once. Same for katsuki's JP VA (who is also a friend of Hori).

Why try to bait the audience when the manga is ending?

Idk, maybe there's a chance he is actually queerbaiting and make iz//ch canon, but again, after everything?

After the togachako arc? He had made ochako confess her crush on midoriya, only for seconds later to not only brush it off as unimportant (unimportant in the sense of it was more of way to relate to toga and speak with her, it wasn't really used as a "canon izu//ocha" moment), she tells toga that she could have ochako's blood for the rest of her life (and we know that's toga's love language of returning/accepting her feelings) and she told toga that she had the cutest smile in the whole world. Like, didn't hori say that toga was made for ochako's character? I feel like it wouldn't make sense for hori to do all of this, then have ochako end up with midoriya, it would feel like a middle finger to toga tbh.

After chapters 285, 322, 362, 367, 403, and 404? The apology? The "you're the closest one to midoriya izuku, therefore I need to kill you in order to make him go crazy". The heart shaped black whip after seeing bakugou's dying body? The "their feelings became one" double spread? this bullet point could be spread to about 2-3 document pages, but I'm just going to summarize for this post lol. But overall, these chapters (and a few more), show me (imo) that it the "fujobait" claim isn't really strong to use against bkdk.

Again, maybe this is queerbait, because I know that there are times where other media/anime have done simliar and still had the MC in a heterosexual relationship, and leave everyone dumbfounded lol. Once again, all I say to this is "let's see what happens."

P.S. Isn't this the same author who said that he thought that naruto was going to end at 698 (the implied SNS ending) lol? Idk if it's true, that's just something I've heard.

[featjunranghae]

Idiots in Love - Han Jisung

Han Jisung X FemReader

summary: the title says it all.

No warning? Not proof read.

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"You're so cute."

"huh?"

"I said you look like a fruit."

"What in the world Han Jisung." yn laughed slapping his arms as she sat beside him on the sofa.

Saturdays were meant for the boys. That's what Han firmly believes in. But when his crush/ girl best friend/ situation ship calls him on the phone for 'emergency' purposes (which somehow involves watching a movie) the boys are no longer the priority.

"You still haven't told me why you called."

"You're trying to change the topic-"

"I'll leave your ass alone if you try to bully me."

yn couldn't help but grin snuggling closer to him, hands wrapped around his biceps and head on his shoulder. "I just wanted to see your stupid face."

"Excuse me- Stupid? I'm gorgeous." Han scoffed pretending to push her off. "Changbin was right bros before hoes. I Shouldn't have come to your aid."

"You know I know that you love hanging out with me." Yn said picking up the tv remote. "You love hanging out with me. And so do i. So here Rewatching Shrek for the- I don't even know how many times."

Han didn't argue as he stared at her. Yn had been one of his oldest friends. They met back in middle school and stuck together since. They've watched each other grow through their lowest and highest points.

And after everything, Han couldn't deny that he wanted them to be more than just friends. Friends don't hold each other most nights while sleeping. Friends don't look at each other the way he looked at yn.

But the problem was. He couldn't confess. He tried so many times over the years to subtly let yn know. But she never took the hint. It was like she wanted him to spell it out for her.

"You're thinking." Yn interrupted his train of thoughts.

"I am."

"It's kinda unusual since Chan does most of the thinking for us all."

Han said nothing continuing to stare at her. His lips curved up at the corner slightly. "I know." He said.

yn paused the movie turning back to him "Seriously Sungie, are you okay?" She asked. "You look lost."

Jisung sighed shaking his head turning around. This was another one of those moments when he wanted to confess. He was here at yn's house. She was in his arms. If he got rejected, then this would be over. He would lose yn. That was the only thing that stopped him from ever saying anything.

His feelings were not worth it. It was not worth it. He'd rather never confess than lose yn.

His bandmates seem to disagree. Specially Hyunjin. "Dude. I'm telling you. I get the vibe that yn likes you too. Go for it."

But Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic. And listening to his advice would be a bad decision for him.

"Jisung." Yn called out again.

"Nothing... I'm just tired from practice."

"You looked fine 20 min-"

"yn. Really it's nothing."

"It's not nothing if its bothering you."

"last night I was bothered thinking about the gold fish I lost when I was five. How will you say that it's not nothing?."

yn knew Han like that back of her hand. He always had a tough time vocalising his feelings. He always considered his thoughts as pointless. "You can tell me later. It's okay." She put her head back on his shoulder.

"I can't."

"Why?" She asked looking up at her. "Does it involve me somehow?"

Han nodded, kissing the top of her head. "It involves me? Wait... Are you actually sad cause I called you today..." Yn pulled back. "I know you were hanging out with the boys but I was just-"

"And they say I'm the overthinker." Han laughed. "I don't hate you yn. It's nothing... I just came up with some lyrics."

"Stop lying."

"What makes you think so?"

"You get crazy when you come up with a song. You're scrambling around for a piece of paper and pen. You have a look in your face." Yn said with a small shrug and Jisung couldn't help but smile.

"Do I?" He asked with a small laugh. He never expected her to notice so many details. "Are you like obsessed with me or something?" He joked pulling her towards him.

"You're making it weird Han."

"How am I making it weird?" He laughed. "I always hug my friends and kiss my homies goodnight."

"I hate you." Yn laughed along. "But in all seriousness. Are you okay?"

"I... Maybe. There's just a lot of things on my mind." Han said with a small shrug. "I don't know..."

"You're confused?"

"Kinda like that. I don't know how to deal with something. Like there's something I want to do. But I'm sacred."

"Being scared is for the losers." Yn laughed. I'm not the best person for advice but. If you want to do something. You should go ahead and do it. You'll have my support no matter what."

"What if it's something very stupid?"

"You're always doing something stu- I'M KIDDING!" She exclaimed when he tried to tickle her.

"And what if I say I like you?"

"I like you too what's the big deal?"

"No. What if I like like you?" He asked again this time turning around to face her fully.

"Hannie-"

"I like you yn. A lot. It's so hard for me to pretend I don't."

"Then... I'd say I like you too."

"I'm not joking yn."

"Han Jisung." Yn smiled. "I like you... Since we were in highschool when you took me to prom. You were always special to me... I just never thought you'd.... You'd like me back..." He voice got quite at the end.

"What- YN! I literally always call you cute. I always spend time with you- Everyone in our friend group knew that I liked you!"

"BUT YOU SAID I LOOK LIKE A SQUID AND YOU'D RATHER DATE SQUIDWARD!"

"YFN THAT WAS A JOKE!"

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

Han couldn't help but smile. "We're idiots." He laughed shaking his head. "Do you wanna be my idiot though?"

Yn grinned before pretending to think.

"Ynnie."

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Damn it was that easy? I now have a girlfriend?"

"You're such a loser. But my loser."

[starpirateee]

Drabble request:

somehow, some way, Tinky manages to smush Abstinence Camp Lautski and NPMD Lautski into the same realtit

this idea has been ROTATING in my brain forever thank you goodnight

OH MY GOD-

Anon you can't just give me an idea like that and then duck out!!! And with no way to find out who you are either???

Anyway, that's cool as hell, let's get this show on the road!

Steph didn't know when she started seeing double, but at some point, she started swearing she could see... Another of her. Exactly the same in appearance... Mannerisms...

The other her was perfectly fine with everything until the moment the two of them locked eyes across the way. Then she just stared, stock still, unable to believe what she was seeing, or what the hell was going on. Out of an instinct she didn't know, Steph had beckoned her over, trying to pretend like any of this was normal.

It took a while, but the two of them managed to air things out. Stephanie- which the stranger decided upon because it was slightly easier- said she thought something was off earlier that morning, but given that Hatchetfield was notorious for never changing, she couldn't place anything wrong.

Steph had to agree. Nothing ever changed in Hatchetfield, and frankly, she wouldn't notice if anything was wrong either.

Neither of them could make sense of it. Stephanie said she'd not come alone, and after that the two of them came to an arrangement. She was going to find the friend she'd mentioned, and Steph was going to meet her again with the one person she thought might be able to make ends of any of this catastrophic mess. If he couldn't by himself, then the four of them likely could, in any case...

Pete was smart. Logical. He probably knew all sorts that she couldn't even comprehend. That's why she decided to call him first. In her head, even if he couldn't sort this out, he would at least make an effort to get things to make more sense.

"... Hey, Steph!"

He picked up quickly. He always did. And he always seemed so happy to hear from her. The very thought of it brought a smile to her face. "Hey, Pete." Before she could set them off into one of their long conversations, she needed to get to the point. Otherwise they would never get to it. "Uh, I've got a bit of a problem here..."

"A problem? What kinda problem?" She heard the creaking of his bedframe as he sat down. Damnit, now she had to make it make sense to herself, too! She seriously tried to think, to break it down, but nothing was working. There was no sensible way of explaining that she had seen and spoken to another version of herself. Eventually, she just sighed.

"I don't think that I can explain it well enough..."

Another creak. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"No, uh- I really don't think I can explain... I think you gotta come see this for yourself." Yeah, that was a good way around it. He could make his own judgements if he just saw it plain. Better than her trying to work it out in a few words.

"Sure... Okay. If that's- uh- if that works better?"

She nodded, knowing full well that he couldn't see her. "Yeah, maybe it will. How fast can you get to the park?"

He hummed. "The park? From here? I can be there in maybe ten minutes? How's that?"

"That's perfect. Thanks so much..."

Steph left him alone, and immediately, he sunk back, his brow furrowed in thought. There was a lot to think about, after all. She had left him with a fair deal for consideration. For someone who was normally so good with words, it was strange to have her so inarticulate. He needed to see something, and apparently, that was the only way she could properly explain it. Sure, it seemed a little weird, and Steph seemed a little apprehensive, but he hoped that she was right, that it would make sense when he got there.

No, of course it could. Steph knew what she was talking about, it would totally make more sense when he saw... Whatever it was she wanted him to see. He pulled on his shoes and left without much of a second thought.

In no more than a quarter of an hour, he'd reached the park. Steph was waiting for him on a bench, and waved him over as soon as she saw him. He quickened his pace until he'd reached the bench, and then they started to walk together.

"So, what's the problem?" He asked, glancing behind him.

"This is weird as hell... But, this morning, I swore to god that I was seeing double, but I was wrong..."

"Seeing double? In what way?"

They'd made their way across the park, and instead of an explanation, Steph pointed over at one of the larger trees in the grove, to a girl, who was leaning against it, talking to a boy on the floor.

Pete stared, adjusted his glasses, and stared again. They were far enough away that it wasn't obvious, which was lucky on his behalf, because he was able to do little else. He didn't have to ask for an explanation; it was right there in front of him. "Holy shit, is that _you_?"

"Yeah, it's super weird. When I saw her, I felt this kinda... Connection? Like, I knew straight away that she and I were the same... If you know what I mean."

He didn't. But he nodded anyway, making a note to himself that _this was just another thing he had to get an answer for, if he could._ "Not to mention you look... Pretty much exactly the same."

"Creepy, right?" The two of them approached the pair by the tree, and Steph raised a hand in greeting. "Stephanie, hey! This is the guy I was talking about, the one who might be able to make sense of what's going on here?"

"Well, maybe... No promises," Pete smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He held out his free hand in the direction of the familiar stranger. "I'm Peter."

He watched Stephanie's eyes widen. She looked at the boy on the ground, then took Pete's hand with a soft smile that still somehow managed to portray all of that warmth and brightness that he knew so well. "This can't be a coincidence..."

Pete also glanced down to the boy on the ground. He was around his age, with large glasses and a head of curly brown hair. When their eyes locked, Pete saw something flash and dance between them. Something yellow, like a crackle of lightning.

It felt familiar, and something in Pete's brain clicked. The pieces started to fit together; the coincidence, the surprise etched on Stephanie's face, even the way that boy was looking at him... 

He nodded slowly. "Let me guess... You're Peter, too? Peter... Spankoffski, by any chance?"

"Yeah. Steph filled me in," Peter nodded towards Stephanie, who raised her eyebrows. "I think I might know what's going on?"

"Really?" Steph asked, impressed.

"Well, not exactly, but it does kinda make sense... In a way. I could probably work it out."

Pete looked to Stephanie. "We'll make this easier. Call me Pete, then."

The situation as far as the four of them could work out was as follows. Steph and Pete hadn't felt any kind of displacement or anything wrong with the world. Both would've been fully content to take it at the same level as any other Saturday. Maybe they would've hung out together anyway. Maybe they would've taken advantage of Solomon being so busy with preparations for the Honey Festival...

Neither of them had noticed anything was wrong at all until Stephanie came into the picture. Stephanie did. Peter was convinced he'd mistaken the feeling for something else. Now there was two of both of them. What was weirder still was the fact that the two Stephs looked near enough identical to one another, while the two Petes couldn't be more different.

The crackles of familiarity were mutual. Pete knew to recognise his double through nothing more than that spark.

"While we figure out how the hell you got here, and maybe how the hell to get you back..." Pete sat down on the ground near to his double, and glanced between he and Stephanie. "How about you guys tell us what we're missing out on?"

"What you're missing out on?" Stephanie asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"i'm just assuming we don't have identical lives, but who knows, huh?"

"What about you two?" Peter asked curiously. "You seem... Close, right? How'd that happen?" There was a smile playing on his lips, one that suggested his seemingly genuine interest at finding out how Pete and Steph managed to find each other.

"Close?" Steph echoed, amused. "I guess you could say that... Well, we got close after he let me cheat off him for a bilogy pop quiz."

Peter's eyes widened. Pete laughed. "Don't look at me like that! I was sitting in earshot, what else was I gonna do?"

Peter realised a little too quickly that he'd have done exactly the same thing if he was in earshot of someone like Stephanie Lauter too, there was absolutely no argument about it. He sat back against his hands with a resigning shrug, and let Steph try to continue her story.

"After that, it was like everything happened at once. Max Jägerman- uh, you know him, right?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, sure, I know him. The backup QB. Everyone in school knows Jägerman."

"Backup? Wait, who's the quarterback for you guys?"

"Brad Callaghan."

"Asshole," Peter muttered under his breath, and Stephanie hummed in agreement. "Jägerman too, while we're on that. Anyway, uh- what about him?"

"He... Went missing." Steph was trying to cover her ass and Pete's at the same time. She was going to admit that Max turned up dead, but for the sake of both of them, she was going to deter as far as possible from the fact that they were technically the ones who killed him. "Things started to go downhill fast after that. He turned up dead, So did a couple other kids in our grade."

"Then the mayor, too. And a couple others," Pete added all too hesitantly. He was also trying to avoid thinking about what has happened in the Waylon Place that night, evem though the memory of it wasn't so much haunting as a major guilt trip. He knew he shouldn't feel bad about Max; he made their lives a living hell, and he still didn't feel bad about what happened, so to speak. Especially since it was an accident and the three of them had the memories to prove it. "But this is where it gets less believeable. See, all of those killings... Were done by Max. He came back, y'know? Back from the dead..."

"Woah..." Stephanie whispered, straightening up from against the tree.

"No shit?" Peter, however, leaned forwards, his intent gaze fixed on Pete. He lifted a hand to adjust his glasses, and saw his double nod. "Jeez..."

"We're the lucky ones," Pete hummed. "We're still here... Can't say that about the others, mind. Once we got rid of Max... That was it. They were as dead as he was..." He sighed heavily. Ruth and Richie were never not on his mind, not as things stood. He'd allowed himself to geel guilty about that over everything else, but he didn't have a reason to feel bad about Max. Those two were a different story entirely...

Steph sensed his discomfort at the topic, and for good reason too. He was still far from being able to think about anything else that wasn't his friends, now that the whole thing had blown over and everything had settled in. So she tried to change the subject quickly, turning towards Peter. "So what's your story then? How'd you two meet?"

"This is the stupidest story ever." Steph defended quickly, rolling her eyes. "Both of us got shipped off to fucking idonwannabang."

This seemed to resonate somewhere in Pete's mind, and he blinked. "Damn, wait, really? Peter, was that Ted's idea?"

Peter nodded, seemingly more drawn back than he was moments ago.

"You got scammed, man. D'you really think he of all people woulda survived that place?"

"It wasn't one of his best ideas, that's for sure..."

The tense change sunk in. Pete didn't want to think that as the immediate possibility, but what else made sense with the way Peter phrased it? He held his breath, hoping it was just another case of his overactive mind jumping to conclusions again. "... Wasn't?"

Peter frowned, exhaling a sigh that was probably a lot deeper than he expected it to be. "Yeah. Wasn't. You say you're the lucky ones? Heh, yeah... Me too."

"What... What happened to him?"

"I don't know. Never will. He was the one who dropped me off, but by the time summer was over, he was- he was fucking gone. I... don't want to ask."

[skayafair]

Scared Vi

The thing I was finally able to put into a thought and into words after staring at gifs for 2 hours straight: throughout all the post-timeskip Arcane Vi is fucking scared of everything that's going on around her. AND she's on the brink of losing it pretty often. I need to rewatch (no idea when I'll be brave enough to ride this rollercoaster again) but I didn't notice it while watching, because, WELL, there was already TOO MUCH to take in, so some more subtle details escaped me. I've caught that Vi is very vulnerable in her honesty, openness and straightforwardness, but that wasn't all to it, and it bothered me! Because all three don't ooze the vulnerability 24/7 and that's what Vi looks like to me nearly all the time!

So I was wondering.

And here's the answer. She's been suddenly released out of her cell into the world that is now completely unknown to her. Yes the air of freedom is great, and she enjoys it, but at the same time there's always this frightened undertone.

She's constantly on the edge.

Not in the least because when things that used to be familiar, like your home, ones you used to know like the back of your hand, change but not completely, it's the worst trap of all, the most confusing and anxiety inducing. How much of what you remember is still the same? How much changed? Can you trust its exterior even if it looks the same? Or would it betray you in the worst possible moment? How do new things work? How do they work WITH the old things? I've experienced it once coming back to my former workplace that changed quite a lot but no one bothered to fill me in so I was piecing together the information for a YEAR. And I might not be the brightest but I'm not dumb either. I'm pretty good with systems. It was BAD.

So I can't imagine how much worse and disoriented Vi must have felt. And Caitlyn took her out of jail to SHOW HER AROUND. Having no idea how the world Vi used to know so well changed just in several years. So she's on a look out all the time. And her eyes, her expression betrays her put up exterior of confidence and maybe even arrogance, leaking this anxiety and straight up fear almost all the time.

She looks like a frightened, lost little girl. And when she doesn't, she looks like a desperate teenage girl who tries to punch her way out of every problem because she's backed into a corner and that's the only way she knows, even if it never helps. (No seriously, the only time it helped was against Silco's thugs and EVEN THEN they weren't completely dealt with and kept causing problems straight up to the bridge fighting scene. Vi's fists kept her alive and safer but they never SOLVED anything.)  

I think the way she looks just SCREAMS fear and anxiety when she and Powder/Jinx fight back to back after the torch scene. Jinx looks like she's completely in her element, she knows these guys, she's been in situations like this time after time. It's habitual. She's very confident and almost careless there, moves freely, she knows what she's doing. She might even enjoy it. Vi, on the opposite... Vi, who's all about loose body language, free movement and such - nearly curls up into a ball against Jinx's back, keeping her fists and elbows close to herself. Vi NEVER looked like this again, I think. I... believe she was the most thrown off kilter back then. She finally found her most treasured and the only remaining piece of her past - her sister, and sure, lil Powpow changed, she had to survive, but she's still Vi's little sister!

Right?..

Wrong. Powder-Jinx back then is the quintessence of the trap Zaun is to Vi now: familiar pieces are all there, they're recognizable even if a bit changed, but you never know what lurks under the surface.

And gods does Jinx just demolish every last bit of the ground Vi was standing on. It's not even when Jinx goes full on unhinged, it's when she simply starts blasting bullets all around. When she fights and she's confident in what she does. Vi doesn't know this girl. Vi doesn't know this gang flying around. I bet she doesn't even know this TECHNOLOGY because the world made a whole leap technologically while she was stuck in her cell isolated from pretty much everything. It's like a literal time skip for her. And she doesn't know what to trust, so she can't trust anything no matter how much she wants to. And she HAS to want it, because she looked genuinely hopeful fresh out of Stillwater. Before she saw what her home turned into. Silco really did bring the monster out of it, not just himself or Jinx or shimmer junkies. The whole city. So Vi looks small, and frightened, and I think she's even panicking back in that scene.

She's ready to snap at any moment.

It's very interesting to me, because she looks tough and very mentally healthy on the surface but boooy are there mountains hidden underneath.

Vi does snap, actually. Several times. Her voice cracks as she's trying to convince Ekko she's THE Vi, same she used to be. She charges at Sevika TWICE. I think second time was much worse btw. She literally downs a drink IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT - I don't think it was out of mental stability. And, well, the cry in the end. She won, and it helped nothing again. Even her mental state. Another fragile moment with Vi is the way she looks around her sister. Vi is confident and action-charged by nature, she's energetic and isn't shy to take up space. So she never looks small... except when she's around Jinx. She's drowning in guilt, and this guilt is spilling out.

Interestingly enough, scenes when Vi DOESN'T have this scared/guilty/anxious/desperate look is around Cait. She's either playful, or actually confident, or even RELAXED. Which is... wow, all things considered. Part of it is a put up facade, of course, but only in the beginning. The ship sails itself huh...

A lot of people pointed out Caitlyn is about future in Vi's life centered around the past, but I think what's more important is that Cait is about the present. Plus, she's a familiar - an enforcer, a topside - turned unfamiliar in a GOOD way.

Gods once again I'm baffled at the level Arcane is thought through. These are subtle, small details, expressions that aren't exposed or accentuated like many other ones. They are underlying, but once you notice them it's a whole new tapestry unfolding right before your eyes.

As you can see, I'm very normal about Arcane and Vi in particular, yup, totally cool 😌👌✨

[invisibleraven]

"Go the fuck to sleep" how about for old school sunset curve.

Adrenaline thrummed through Luke's veins as they left the stage, the fading sound of applause still ringing in his ears. "Boys that was a fucking kick as show!"

"I can't believe they asked for a second encore!" Reggie exclaimed as he rubbed a towel over his sweat drenched hair. "I doubt we have a shirt left after that!"

"Not after you gave out half our stock to every cute girl you saw no," Alex snarked, earning him a towel to the face.

"Let's pack up and get something to eat, I'm starved," Bobby said, before they got into it.

"Street dogs?" Luke proposed as they collected their stuff, and accepted their pay for the evening.

"Actual food," Bobby countered. "Not out of an engine block."

"Pizza!" Reggie voted, and they all agreed, stopping to get a slice from their favourite dive before heading back to the studio.

It had long become a band ritual that after a show they would just sleep in the studio-Celia didn't mind, even though she always insisted they were welcome to come in the house. Bobby insisted they didn't want to wake her up, so they pulled out the couch and squeezed onto it, and had an epic rock paper scissors fight over who got stuck sleeping on the oversized beanbag in the loft.

Bobby got the chair this time, but in truth, he didn't really mind. Alex snored, Reggie was a cuddler, and Luke was an insomniac at the best of times, let alone after a gig. At least curled in the chair he had half a chance at getting some sleep.

"You think next show we should change the tempo of Get Lost?" Luke mused as they settled in.

"My kick leg says no," Alex grumbled. "It's already fast enough, and the last time we tried it I almost busted the drum."

"What about Long Weekend? I wasn't sure about the bridge arrangement," Luke asked them.

"It was fine," Reggie assured him. "The crowd was loving it!"

"I know, I know," Luke replied. "It's just, if we wanna get noticed, we gotta stand out somehow."

"We will buddy, but we played a good set, the owner wants us back next weekend, no complaints," Reggie said around a yawn.

"Plus we've got the tour coming up," Alex rationalized. "That'll put us on the map all over the coast."

"Night all!" Bobby called from the loft, the others replying, and then it was quiet for a bit.

But Luke was restless-he always was after playing, like the music and energy never could settle in his veins afterwards. His mind raced with chords and the remembrance of the lights, the crowd, and analyzing every note.

"Luke stop humming," Alex said groggily.

"Sorry," he whispered, trying to close his eyes and settle. But the night was still replaying in his mind.

"Luke seriously, go the fuck to sleep!" Bobby yelled from the loft.

"I'm trying!" he protested.

"Go run around the block and get your energy out," Reggie said, smacking his lips together. "Then come back and at least try to nap, we have class tomorrow."

"Alright," Luke said, easing himself up and took off. Was it a good idea to run around Los Feliz after midnight? Probably not. But he had taken enough self defense classes in lieu of gym to feel okay. Plus the run really did help quiet the restless energy thrumming through him.

So maybe it was closer to dawn than he would have liked before he dropped off, and he needed to be prodded awake, plus a mug of Celia's triple roast to get him up and going, but Luke knew it was worth it.

Though Alex swore next week he was dosing Luke's post show water with melatonin. Luke shrugged, and said he was welcome to try. But he doubted anything would ever kill the racing of his brain after a show.

But he did purposefully lose rock paper scissors the next week so they could sleep-because above everything, Luke was a good friend. Even if he was still humming in the loft, it served more as a lullaby than anything, and the others couldn't really complain as they drifted off to the refrain of Crooked Teeth.

[lythea-creation]

Back Home - Nadeen x fem reader

summary: (f/n) and Nadeen have known each other since childhood. But as (f/n) was forced to move away due to her parents' job, they kinda got out of touch. What happens when they finally reunite?

warnings: violence if you squint

word count: 1.101

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Being back in my hometown after seven years was strange.

I had left my friends behind once again to follow my parents career.

I was still trying to get the hang of the time from the jetlag, fighting the constant exhaustion.

But my parents did not grand me a break to get used to being back. Instead I had to transfer to a new school in the middle of the year.

Standing in front of a class full of people who knew each other to get introduced. I just wanted to crawl back into my bed and make it all go away.

I did not bother to scan the faces of my classmates, but sat down as soon as I could.

Most people quickly fled the room when the school bell signaled the beginning of the break. I on the other hand took my time packing everything away. They did not need to notice how lost I was.

“(f/n)?” I looked up to see the face that belonged to the voice.

To my surprise her face seemed familiar. It still took me a few seconds to connect the dots though.

“Nadine”, I realized.

“So you do remember me after all”, she noted, wearing her signature grin.

She had grown so much since I had last seen her and yet it felt like old times again.

“I never meant to stop talking to you, you know? My phone got busted and I didn't remember your number”, I enlightened her.

“Seriously?”, she shot back. “I can't believe we got hit by technology.”

“Well … has never been our best friend”, I recalled.

“True”, she agreed. “Since when are you back?”

“A couple days. I haven't even finished unpacking yet”, I proposed.

“Need help with that?”, she offered.

“Can't say no to you coming over”, I supposed.

“I'll text my mom then and accompany you after school?”

“Sure!”

“Come on! I'll show you around campus”, she encouraged me.

From that moment on I did not dread school anymore. Nadeen and I started hanging out pretty much every day like we used to when we were kids. All of that only made me aware how much I had actually missed her.

I stuck with her when Sarah let her down. I was supporting her throughout the elections. I was finally a part of her life again after not talking to her for years.

After spending the night at her house we went to school together and I could not quite grasp it but something was off. The hallway was too quite.

Then I saw it. The way the election posters of the other candidates had been violated, only Nadeen's spared.

“What's going on?”, Nadeen wondered shocked.

“Looks like somebody wants to frame you”, I concluded.

Suddenly Sarah appeared, claiming that she needed to talk to Nadeen. But that did not happen as dozens of students came storming toward us, Marwa and Tasneem at the front.

I had only been at this school for a few weeks now, but it was obvious that trouble was close with those two around.

“You've messed with me. Now that's enough”, Marwa declared.

“Back away! I haven't done anything”, Nadeen proclaimed.

“So why don't you tell me why nothing has happened to your posters?”, Marwa requested.

“Do you really think I did that?”, Nadeen questioned. “It's obvious that someone else did it and is trying to put it on me.”

Tasneem laughed at that. “Oh, sure! You've been framed. You've been watching too many action movies, Nadeen.”

“Do you seriously think Nadeen would be this stupid?”, I intervened. “I mean … why should she leave her own posters unscathed to make her the culprit for everyone? She's smarter than this. Besides we were hanging out the whole time at her place. She has an alibi.”

“Because being with the newbie is such a reliable alibi”, Hiba taunted me. “Come on! You'd easily lie for her.”

“That's enough”, Marwa raged and grabbed Nadeen by the collar. “If you didn't do it, then who did, huh?”

Out of reflex I took a hold of Marwa's wrist to push her away from Nadeen. Now the former was glaring dangerously at me.

“Let go”, she growled.

I did, not wanting to anger her any further. Plus, I did not have any reason to hold on to her.

“How am I supposed to know who did it?”, Nadeen shot back. “I wasn't here when it happened.”

“This will have consequences”, Marwa threatened and walked off after sending another death glare our way. The others quickly followed, leaving Nadeen, Sarah and me behind.

“You okay?”, I worried.

“Yeah”, she assured me. “Thanks for standing up for me. Nobody's ever done that.”

“Always”, I promised, an encouraging smile planted on my face.

“So what did you want?”, Nadeen addressed Sarah.

The latter sunk her head. “Nothing”, she mumbled and left as well.

The next day we found out why. Sarah had been in on it, had actually partly been responsible for the vandalism.

Nadeen quickly walked off after confronted her with it, running outside for fresh air while chaos was erupting among the rest of the students. Of course I followed Nadeen.

I settled myself next to her on the bench.

“I can't believe she did that”, Nadeen mumbled.

“I'm sorry”, I proposed, placing my hand on hers in a hopefully soothing manner.

“Why do they all have to betray me? I just don't get it. What did I ever do?”, she ranted. “Everybody's always leaving.”

“You don't deserve that”, I remarked. “I'm sorry that I left you, too.”

“It wasn't your fault or even your choice”, she reminded me.

“Still ...”, I uttered.

“I'm just glad you're back”, she confessed, smiling softly at me.

“Me too”, I agreed.

Somehow I could not take my eyes off of her as she did neither.

“I don't ever wanna be separated from you again”, she proposed and inched closer to me.

“I'll do anything I can to assure that”, I whispered.

“You promise?”, she reassured.

I nodded.

All of a sudden she closed the last gap between us, her lips meeting mine.

For a moment we were in our own bubble, blending the madness around us out.

Everyone was too busy fighting inside to notice us kissing out in the open. For once I was grateful for their drama.

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Guys! I finally made it! I hope it was worth the wait.

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[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @aquagirl1978 challenge A Series of Firsts. I promise no heart lurching this time just fluff and some implied smut.

Dance Lesson

I hope she's in her room when I get there. We gotta sit down and have a talk about whatever has been going on with her lately.

Jin walked quickly down the hallway picking up his pace as he got closer to Emma's room. Just as he turned one corner he caught a glimpse of her hair going around the opposite one.

Damn, looks like I missed her. Guess I have no choice but to follow her now.

Jin quickened his pace again so he could catch up to Emma but then he suddenly slowed down.

You know maybe it might be better if I just follow her. She's been coming up with all sorts of excuses not to see me during the evening lately.

*Flashbacks*

Jin: Hey Emma, I got a new type of whiskey from a minister today. Want to join me in my room tonight for a private sampling?

Emma: Oh that sounds great Jin but ummm I actually have a lot of studying I need to do. Sariel's lessons are brutal.

Jin: Well I was your tutor. I could always help you study.

Emma: No thank you! I know where that will end up.

****

Jin: Emma, how about we go out for a bit when I'm done work?

Emma: Sorry Jin I'm busy.

Jin: Too busy for some quality time with your lover?

Emma: I'm really sorry, next time I promise.

****

Jin: Hey Emma.

Emma: Sorry Jin I'm in a hurry. I'm already super late, I'll come see you later ok.

Jin: No problem.

*Flashbacks End*

I know that she's only just come back to the palace for good and it's going to take time for her to get used to everything but this isn't like her.

Jin followed a close distance behind Emma. Thankfully Emma's thoughts were preoccupied and she never noticed him there. When she reached a little used parlor she cautiously looked around her then entered.

Now what is she up to in there?

As Jin was about to go after her he saw Nokto come down the hallway and enter the same parlor as Emma.

Well well, just what are you two up to?

Jin's inner voice may have sounded calm but he was anything but. He seemed to freeze to the spot for a moment before he headed for the door. Once there he could faintly hear Emma and Nokto's voices from inside.

Nokto: You've gotten a lot better at this.

Emma: Thanks! I'm having a lot more fun now too.

Nokto: Well if you want to do something really fun.

Emma: No thank you!

Jin chuckled to himself.

Seriously what the hell are you two up to?

Jin pushed open the parlor door, inside he found Emma dancing with Nokto. Nokto gave Jin a wink and spun Emma around, as soon as she spotted Jin she came to a dead stop almost knocking Nokto over.

Emma: Jin! What are you doing here?

Jin: I was walking past and saw you come in here. Figured I could get some time alone with you finally.

Nokto: Real subtle, have fun you two.

Nokto gave a lazy wave as he left the room.

Emma: I'm so sorry Jin.

Jin: For what?

Emma: For not telling you what I was doing.

Emma hung her head. Jin walked up to her and lifted her chin with his fingers.

Jin: Hey, I don't have a problem with you learning to dance but why keep it a secret?

Emma: Well I haven't been back at the palace long and when you told me last week about the ball at the end of the month I got worried. We've never danced together before and I didn't want you to be disappointed with how bad I am at it.

Emma, you always amaze me. I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me and over something like this. You're right though and I guess I got to make it right.

Jin: We haven't danced huh. Well why don't we fix that now.

Jin stepped back and bowed to Emma then offered her his hand.

Jin: May I have this dance Emma?

Emma's eyes sparkled and she smiled as she took Jin's offered hand. They got into the starting position and then Jin led Emma into a dance. His movements were graceful and Emma followed his lead as if it was the most natural thing for her body to do.

Emma: I think I'm doing better than when Nokto was teaching me. I'm definitely having more fun!

Jin: Well if you want to do something really fun.

Jin scooped Emma up into his arms and planted a passionate kiss to her lips.

Emma: Mmm Jin.

Jin: I love it when you say my name like that. I was going to take you back to my room but I don't think I'd make it and that look in your eyes tells me you probably wouldn't either. I can't wait to spend all night touching every inch of you.

Jin gently laid Emma down on the nearby sofa planting a row of kisses down her neck before getting up and walking over to the door. As soon as Jin heard the click of the lock he turned back around to Emma who giggled at him.

Emma: See I knew if you helped me study we'd end up like this.

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 04

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer share a heartfelt dinner at her place.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: none for this chapter

words: 3,3k

Monday at the school found Molly in an exceptionally giddy state. From the moment she woke up, a perpetual smile graced her face, and an undeniable air of joy surrounded her. Her laughter was infectious, and even the mundane tasks seemed to take on a new light as she moved through the corridors.

Sarah and Regina, noticing their colleague's even more than usual, peppy steps, exchanged curious glances. "What's up with Molly today? Did she win the lottery or something? She's practically glowing. Did something exciting happen over the weekend?" Sarah whispered to Regina.

Regina smirked, "I have no idea, but whatever it is, I want in on the secret."

As Molly passed by, her friends couldn't help but comment on the evident change in her demeanor. "Molly, what's going on? You're practically radiating happiness today. What's putting that sparkle in your eyes?" Sarah remarked.

Molly, a bit bashful but unable to contain her excitement, began, "Well, you know that guy... Spencer I mentioned? The one I met at the baby shower last week."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "The FBI guy?"

Molly nodded, her smile growing, "Yes, him. Well, we went out for breakfast yesterday, and it was amazing. I've never met someone so... intelligent and... kind. It was like talking to someone from a different world!"

Regina leaned in, "Details, Molly!"

Molly chuckled, "Okay, okay. So, we met at this cute little cafe, and we talked for hours. Spencer is not just smart... he is genuine and caring. It felt like we connected on a whole different level. And, oh, his smile... it was just..."

Sarah interrupted with a smirk, "Wait, wait. Are you saying you are into this guy?"

Molly nodded with a blush, "Yeah, I think I might be. It was just different, you know? I can't stop thinking about him, and yesterday was like a dream."

Regina grinned, "Well, it sounds like you finally found something special!"

Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Molly eagerly shared more about her time with Spencer with Sarah and Regina.

"You wouldn't believe how amazing he is," she gushed. "First off, his intellect is just...wow. We talked about everything, from literature to science, and it felt like our minds were... dancing together. And there was this warmth about him that was so inviting."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you hit the jackpot."

Molly nodded, "Oh, there's more. His sense of humor! We laughed so much. And his smile... It was like a ray of sunshine. I'd never met someone so... captivating."

"He has this endearing way of talking, always sharing fascinating facts. And his eyes! They light up when he is passionate about something! It was like you could see the excitement in every word he said!"

Sarah and Regina, completely captivated by Molly's description of Spencer, exchanged enthusiastic glances. Regina exclaimed, "Molly, he sounds out of this world! We absolutely have to meet this mystery man one day!"

Sarah nodded in agreement, "Seriously! If he is half as amazing as you are describing, we need to make this happen. Double... or rather throuple date... maybe?"

Regina, with a worried expression and a hint of "ew" in her eyes, responded, "No, Sarah. Not that." Their shared laughter filled the room.

Molly, her excitement contagious, laughed, "Absolutely! You two are going to love him. It is like he stepped out of a dream or something."

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JJ and Derek, seated at the BAU, exchanged glances as they discussed their latest case. The conversation took a turn when Derek brought up Spencer's recent call on Saturday.

Derek, leaning in with a sly smile, asked JJ, "Hey, did you hear Spencer's Saturday call? I overheard something about a coffee date."

JJ raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Coffee date? Our Reid? Are you sure about that?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah, I heard him talking about it. Apparently, he met someone at your baby shower. A woman named Molly. Do you know anything about her?"

JJ, with a warm smile, added to the revelation, "I absolutely love Molly! I don't know her very well though. She is giving piano lessons to Henry. She is absolutely wonderful. Sweet, patient, and just extraordinary with kids. Henry adores her!"

As JJ finished her praise for Molly, Spencer walked into the room, greeting Derek and JJ. Derek, always ready for a chance to gather information, seized the opportunity. 

With a sly grin, he turned to Spencer, "So, Reid, heard you had a coffee date on Sunday. Care to share the juicy details? How's Molly doing?"

Spencer, aware that his personal life had become the topic of discussion, tried to downplay it, "Oh, we just had breakfast, Morgan. Nothing too exciting."

Derek, undeterred, persisted, "Come on, man. You've got JJ singing Molly's praises. What's the real deal?"

JJ, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, chimed in, "Spence, we're just curious. How did it go?"

Spencer, settling into his desk chair, decided to open up a bit about Molly. With a thoughtful expression, he began, "She's an elementary school teacher, gives piano lessons, and just an extraordinary person overall."

Derek, always eager for details, leaned in, "That's a good start, Reid. What else?"

Spencer continued, "She is... quite remarkable. I've never met someone with such a genuine passion for life. She's incredibly kind... and sweet."

Reflecting on his time with Molly, he smiled and added, "You know... being around her felt like standing in a sunbeam. There is this warmth, this genuine joy that she brings... It is refreshing."

Derek, teasingly, remarked, "Reid, are you saying you found your own little sunshine?"

Spencer, a bit bashful, nodded, "Maybe. It's just... different. In a good way. It's still early, but there's something special about her. We'll see where it goes."

JJ, intrigued and supportive, leaned in with a teasing smile, "So, Spencer, when are you guys seeing each other again?"

Spencer, a hint of excitement in his eyes, responded, "Actually, today. I wanted to make sure we get to spend more time together. You know how it is... we can get called on a case anytime, and I don't want to waste any opportunity."

JJ, with a knowing grin, added, "That's a smart move... So, what's the plan?"

Spencer chuckled, "Well, she's an amazing cook apparently, and she invited me for dinner at her place."

Derek, unable to resist a cheeky comment, whistled playfully, "Dinner at her place, huh? That can lead to some steamy situations. You sly dog."

Spencer, slightly blushing, rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Morgan, come on, cut it out. It's just dinner, not... you know. We're taking it slow."

Derek, enjoying the opportunity to tease, smirked, "Oh, come on, Reid. We're just having a bit of fun."

JJ, sensing Spencer's discomfort, joined in, "Yeah, Morgan, give the guy a break. Let him enjoy his dinner in peace."

Spencer, still slightly embarrassed, added with a playful eye-roll, "Seriously, guys, enough. Let's focus on work. And, Derek, I don't need commentary on my personal life."

Spencer, attempting to shift his focus back to the paperwork in front of him, found his thoughts inevitably drifting back to Molly. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to shake the lingering images of their time together.

Derek, noticing Spencer's distracted state, smirked, "Paperwork not stimulating enough for you today?"

Spencer, trying to maintain his composure, replied, "Just a lot on my mind. Cases and... other things."

JJ, with a knowing smile, added, "Well, I hope the 'other things' involve a certain someone and not just the usual statistics and facts."

Spencer, with a subtle grin, nodded, "Yeah, you could say that."

.......................

After concluding her classes for the day, Molly headed straight to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for her favorite pasta with spinach. The decision to make this particular dish was intentional; she wanted it to be a special treat for both herself and Spencer, who was to come to her place at 7 pm.

Upon arriving home, Molly transformed her kitchen into a haven of culinary delights. She finely chopped vegetables, prepared the sauce, and opened a bottle of white wine to enhance the flavors of the dish. The tantalizing aroma filled her apartment, creating an ambiance of warmth and anticipation.

As she moved around her kitchen, Molly couldn't help but think about the evening ahead. She set the table with care, choosing a spot where they could enjoy the homemade meal together. Her place carried a cozy charm that she hoped Spencer would appreciate - a snapshot of her busy and vibrant life.

Glancing around her place, Molly noticed that it wasn't perfectly tidy. Various items were scattered around, and there was an air of lived-in charm. She hadn't had the time to clean thoroughly, but she hoped Spencer wouldn't mind. There was a certain authenticity to her home.

The pasta was cooking, the wine was breathing and Molly couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She took a sip of her wine, anticipating the evening ahead with Spencer.

As Molly heard the distinct knock on her door, signaling Spencer's arrival, she realized that time had slipped away, and she hadn't had a moment to change into something more presentable.

With a resigned smile, she decided to go with the flow and welcome him as she was, still adorned in the gray wide-leg pants and a white blouse with ruffles that she had put on early in the morning. Her hair, styled in a claw clip, added a touch of casual charm to her overall look.

Hurrying to the door, Molly took a deep breath to compose herself before opening it to Spencer. She greeted him with a warm smile, hoping he wouldn't mind her lack of wardrobe change. The scent of the pasta and the inviting ambiance of her apartment embraced them.

As Spencer greeted Molly at the door, he held out a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers - carnations. A genuine smile played on his lips as he handed her the carefully arranged blooms. 

Molly's eyes lit up with surprise and delight, realizing that Spencer had remembered her fondness for carnations.

"Hello, Molly," Spencer greeted, his tone warm and friendly. "I thought these might brighten up your evening."

Molly, touched by the thoughtful gesture, accepted the bouquet with gratitude. "Spencer, these are beautiful! How did you know that carnations are my favorite?"

Spencer chuckled, "You mentioned them yesterday when we were at the cafe. You saw a woman through the window, carrying them and you said that they are your favorite, and it seemed like a good idea."

Molly, taken aback by the thoughtful gesture of the carnation bouquet, found herself momentarily speechless. Spencer had already gifted her a book yesterday, and now these beautiful flowers. She couldn't help but wonder why he was putting in so much effort.

"You really didn't have to, Spencer," she said, a hint of amazement in her voice.

Spencer, with a sincere smile, replied, "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. Consider it a small token of appreciation for the wonderful time we spent together."

"Well, thank you! I love them! Come on in!" Molly invited with a warm smile, holding the bouquet in one hand. "I'm just going to grab a vase for these. Make yourself at home."

As he stepped into her apartment, Molly disappeared briefly into the kitchen.

Spencer, standing in her living space, looked around uncertainly, unsure where to settle. Molly returned with the vase for the carnations and noticed his wariness.

"Make yourself comfortable! We can sit at the table," she suggested, gesturing towards the inviting dining area.

As they both took their seats, Molly, with a warm smile, asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

Spencer, politely declining, replied, "No, thank you. I don't drink."

A flicker of concern crossed Molly's face as she recalled adding wine to the pasta sauce. "Oh, I put some wine in the sauce. I didn't know," she said, a hint of worry in her voice.

Spencer reassured her, "It's absolutely fine. Don't worry about it." Taking notice of Molly's concern about the wine in the sauce, Spencer offered a reassuring explanation, "The alcohol in the wine actually completely evaporates during the cooking process. What's left is just the flavor it imparts to the dish. It won't be an issue."

"Right, of course. I just got worried... I didn't know you..." Molly admitted, her concern evident in her voice.

Spencer, still sensing her unease, offered a reassuring smile, "It's okay, Molly. I appreciate your concern but I'm perfectly fine with it."

As Molly observed Spencer's refusal of wine and his calm explanation about the cooking process, her mind began to wander, subtly wondering about his relationship with alcohol.

However, understanding the delicate nature of the topic, especially given the early stage of their relationship, she hesitated to delve into such personal matters.

As Molly rose from the table to fetch the food from the kitchen, Spencer, ever polite, offered, "Do you need any help in there?"

She smiled appreciatively and declined, "No, it's alright. I've got it covered."

As Spencer sat in Molly's apartment, he was greeted by a living space that seamlessly connected to the kitchen on the right. The interior exuded a cozy and eclectic charm, with a mix of patterns and colors that had effortlessly blended together.

The living room featured a comfortable couch and two armchairs, strategically arranged around a coffee table. The patterns on the upholstery, throw pillows, and blankets were diverse yet harmonious, creating an inviting and lively atmosphere. Warm tones dominated the color palette, with pinks and oranges adding a lot of vibrancy to the space.

Against one wall, a TV stood as the focal point, surrounded by shelves and tables adorned with an assortment of personal items. Books, framed photos, and decorative objects found a place on these surfaces, telling the story of Molly's life.

On the left side of Molly's living space, two doors hinted at the private realms of her apartment. The first door likely led to her bedroom, and the second door likely concealed the bathroom.

A table in the center of the living area served as a gathering spot, where Molly and Spencer had sat.

After Molly and Spencer finished their meal, the aroma of the homemade dinner lingered in the air as they cleared the table together. The clinking of utensils and soft laughter filled Molly's cozy apartment.

Once the kitchen was in order, they migrated to the living room, where Molly's inviting couch awaited them. The room was adorned with eclectic decor, showcasing her love for art and storytelling. 

The soft glow of fairy lights created a warm and intimate ambiance, casting a gentle illumination on the walls adorned with movie posters and bookshelves filled with novels of various genres.

As they settled onto the plush cushions, Spencer suggested they continue their discussion about movies, a topic that had sparked their connection during dinner. 

Molly, with her extensive film knowledge, shared anecdotes and trivia, while Spencer, more inclined towards sci-fi, offered insights into futuristic worlds and alternate realities.

The decision to watch a movie came naturally, and as they scrolled through the options, Molly settled on "Before Sunrise." Throughout the movie, laughter and shared glances filled the room, creating an unspoken bond between Molly and Spencer.

As the credits rolled, leaving a lingering sense of contemplation in the air, Molly turned to Spencer and posed the question, "What did you think?"

Spencer leaned back on the cozy couch, contemplating the film they had just watched. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, creating an intimate atmosphere.

"Well," Spencer began, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I never expected a romance film to be so... captivating. The way they explored the depth of connection and the transient nature of life... It was beautiful. I usually go for more... nerdy narratives, but this was amazing."

Molly nodded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. There's something about the simplicity of two people wandering through a city and sharing their thoughts. It's like a snapshot of life, isn't it?"

Spencer chuckled, adjusting her position on the couch. "Yeah, it was refreshing. I guess I've been too caught up in intergalactic adventures and dystopian futures."

"You have a knack for picking movies, Molly. Maybe we should do this more often."

Molly grinned, appreciating the compliment. "I'd be honored to be your movie guide anytime. There's a whole world of films out there waiting to be explored. But next time we're watching your pick, and you better make it good. I'm counting on some mind-bending sci-fi or an epic adventure. Impress me!"

Spencer chuckled, meeting Molly's challenge with a determined expression. "Oh, you're in for a treat. Get ready for a cinematic journey like no other! I've got just the movie in mind."

The warm night air of May beckoned Molly and Spencer to venture outside, breaking away from the cozy confines of Molly's apartment. 

They decided to take a leisurely walk, allowing the gentle breeze to carry their conversation through the streets. The city had a lively energy, with distant sounds of laughter and the occasional hum of traffic creating a backdrop for their evening excursion.

As they strolled along, Molly and Spencer found themselves immersed in a casual exchange of stories and shared experiences. 

The glow of streetlights cast a soft ambiance on the sidewalks, and the fragrance of blooming flowers added a pleasant touch to the atmosphere. 

Not far from Molly's apartment, they stumbled upon a charming ice cream shop. The colorful lights and the tantalizing aroma of sweet treats beckoned them inside. Excitement filled the air as they perused the array of flavors, playfully debating which ones to try.

With ice cream cones in hand, Molly and Spencer continued their walk, savoring each delicious bite as they meandered through the illuminated streets.

As they strolled back towards Molly's apartment, the city's nocturnal charm enveloped them. Spencer, feeling a sense of responsibility, insisted on walking Molly home, ensuring she arrived safely.

His genuine concern for her well-being added a layer of warmth to the evening. They approached Molly's apartment building, the familiar sight of a big red door greeting them at the entrance.

As they reached Molly's doorstep she said: "Thanks, Spencer. It's been a wonderful evening."

As they stood on the threshold of parting ways, their hands brushed against each other gently, a fleeting yet electrifying connection. The subtle touch lingered in the air. Spencer, though reluctant to say goodbye, knew it was time for him to catch the metro.

"Take care, Molly," Spencer said, his voice carrying a sincere tone. "Text me when you're upstairs, so I know you're okay."

Molly nodded, appreciating the consideration. "I will. And thanks again for walking me home. It means a lot."

She couldn't help but feel a subtle tension in the air. Their eyes locked, holding in their breaths. Molly sensed a hint of hesitation in Spencer, a gentleman who valued respect and courtesy to his own fault.

As Spencer prepared to bid her goodnight, Molly, guided by a newfound boldness, stepped a bit closer. Their eyes remained fixed on each other, and in that fleeting silence, Molly's heart raced.

In an instinctive move, her gaze drifted to Spencer's lips. She kept her eyes on them for a moment, silently encouraging him, her unspoken wish echoing in the space between them. 

The atmosphere seemed charged with electricity. Spencer met Molly's eyes with a mixture of surprise and appreciation.

As the moment lingered, Spencer took a subtle step closer and fueled by a surge of courage, closed the distance between them. His lips met Molly's in a gentle kiss.

Molly, initially surprised by the bold move, melted into the kiss, savoring the tenderness.

He cupped her face gently with his hands. His fingers traced the contours of her cheek as he deepened the kiss. Molly, surrendering to the moment, intertwined her fingers with Spencer's, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine.

Spencer's thumb brushed softly against her cheek, his lips exploring hers with hunger.

Molly's hands found their way to Spencer's shoulders, fingers gently grazing the fabric of his shirt.

Spencer's lips, soft and tender, conveyed a warmth that Molly had never felt before. Each kiss was delicate, leaving a lingering sweetness. 

His hands, with a touch as soft as moonlight, cradled Molly's face. The texture of his skin, smooth and comforting, added to the enchantment of the moment, leaving Molly breathless and captivated by the soft allure of Spencer's touch.

As their lips parted, a breathless silence enveloped them. Spencer looked into Molly's eyes, his expression a blend of sincerity and desire.

With a tender smile, he whispered, "Goodnight, Molly,".