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something special (part 2) (joel miller/reader)

part 2 to something special!! i recommend reading that first but tbh it doesn't matter too much

wc: 5.3k

warnings: fluffy and maybe a teensy bit angsty. uhhhh smut? oral f!receiving and pee pee in wee wee

a/n: omg like i wrote part one of this so long ago but I was struck with inspiration and horniness so I made a part 2!!! i hope you guys like this, it was really fun to write lmao BUT PLS don't be mad if its a little ooc and also ignore marias whole backstory cause reader is her sister and they didn't have parents so Jackson wasn't created by their dad idk the logistics just bear with me here.

PART ONE

His tongue skated lightly over your neck, his left hand resting firmly on the back of your head and his right on the sliver of bare skin between your t-shirt and pants. The kitchen counter was cold against your back, the granite digging into your spine. You let a soft moan escape your lips as he sucked a particularly sensitive part of your neck, prompting him to move his lips to your own with a growl. His hands migrated to your hips, tapping them to urge you to hop up onto the counter. As you move to slide up, his hands grip your waist and lift you the rest of the way.

You briefly break the kiss to situate yourself before diving back in, your core now warm against his stomach. You work to lift his shirt off, him returning the favor. Then, the doorbell rings. He doesn’t acknowledge it, but it doesn’t stop. You both try to ignore it, though it's persistent in its ringing.

You wake with a start, sweat now cooling on the back of your neck that makes you shiver. Your legs clench together in the aftermath of your dream, the telltale signs between your legs indicating what had just happened. You smile to yourself, noting that this is the first time you’ve dreamed in months. You’d much preferred this to the screaming and blood of your nightmares.

The doorbell continues to ring, and after a groan into your pillow, you stand and rub your eyes. You can’t tell if the dizziness you’re feeling is a consequence of the drinks you’d had or the dream you’d had. Either way, you push it aside to open the door.

“Jesus, you look like shit,” Maria chuckles as she pushes herself inside your house, carrying a heavily packed tote bag.

“Thanks, it's a new look I'm trying,” you turn away from her to head to the kitchen for a glass of water as she makes herself comfortable.

“Well I’m sure Joel would love it,” she smirks, seating herself at the kitchen table. You blush at the thought of the man you’d been dreaming of moments before.

“God, last night was…” you shake your head, “did I embarrass myself?” you ask with a wince. Maria snorts a laugh.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I think you made… quite the impression. Or at least, that's what Tommy said,” she begins to unpack the bag she brought. Inside is the biggest breakfast sandwich you’ve ever seen and some coffee grounds. You’d told Maria you needed more just yesterday, and her thoughtful ass just had to get you some. You almost rolled your eyes at the level of thoughtfulness.

“Wait… Tommy? Did he talk to Joel? What did Joel say? Does he… what does he think of me? Did I embarrass myself? Oh my god, Maria, he probably thinks i'm crazy,” you rant, waiting for her to interrupt you. She watches, almost too amused to stop you.

“Yes, yes. Tommy talked to Joel... which I’m not happy about, by the way!” she pauses to give you a look, but you groan, urging her to continue. “Okay, okay. He said… he said something about you being ‘special’. Tommy thinks he’s a goner,” Maria scoffs and moves to the old coffee pot you have on the counter to make a fresh pot.

“Oh… thats… wow,” you can’t quite find the words you’re looking for. You feel like a blushing schoolgirl.

“Yeah, well…” Maria pauses, both of her hands on the counter as she thinks. She turns back to you. “Just… be careful, yeah?” you furrow your brows at her words.

“What do you mean? I’m a grown adult, I think I can handle myself,” you feel yourself getting frustrated at her words, as if she doesn’t have any confidence in your own abilities.

“I know you can handle yourself. You’re an independant badass, we’re all aware,” she raises her hands in defense as you give her a small smile. “I just mean… It's Joel. Tommy told me some things about him… things he did before he came here, and-” you cut her off.

“Alright, I don’t need to hear this. Maria, seriously, we all did things to survive! I’m definitely not somebody to judge,” you lower your head, flashes of pre-Jackson floating through your head.

“I know, I’m just saying. Be careful, alright?” you nod before grabbing your sandwich and sitting at the table.

“Alright,” you take a bite of the sandwich and let out a moan. “Fuck that’s good. Okay, so what else did Tommy say?”

Joel forgot what a hangover felt like. He’d vaguely remembered the head-pounding nausea of his youth, but a memory is nothing like the real thing. The real thing was much, much worse.

As he lies in his bed, thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose, he recounts the previous night. He remembers the vitriol spewing from that man's lips and he can't help but mentally thank him for facilitating your encounter. He remembers the bottle of pinot noir, particularly the way it tasted on your tongue. He smiles to himself, the unfamiliar butterflies in his stomach unsettling him as much as exciting him. He needed to see you, and soon. Maybe if he got the courage to leave the house.

Before he can make up his mind, his doorbell rings. With a groan, he stands from his bed. Damn knees. After taking a moment to steady himself, he makes his way down the stairs. He glances at his coffee pot, noting the lack of coffee grounds. He softly curses to himself, realizing he’ll have to figure out how to get some. Tommy had given him a tour of the town when he first arrived to officially settle in, but he’s realizing just how little he’d absorbed.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he swings open his door to see you. You, with your shy smile and your bright eyes. You wear a loose-fitting flannel, and jealousy tugs at his gut as he thinks about who’s flannel that could be. Butterflies soon replace the jealousy as he imagines that it’s his own. His own, meaning he could probably take it off himself. You open your mouth to speak, cutting him off from his thoughts.

“Here,” you stretch out your arm. Joel notices, for the first time, a mug of black coffee in your hand. His mouth opens a bit as he gasps softly, hoping that you didn't hear. “It’s a bitch trying to get coffee grounds around here, but I figured I’d share my stash,” you shrugged, still holding the mug out with an awkward smile. He reaches for it, your fingers grazing as he grabs the warm mug.

“Thanks,” he replies shortly, taking a small sip and rolling his eyes back into his head. “Jesus, that's good,” he chuckles softly before taking another sip.

You watch him drink, his throat bobbing as he sips. His lips glisten with the coffee, and it takes all of your willpower not to taste them yourself. You look down to the white t-shirt he’s wearing, tufts of hair poking out of the top. His flannel pajama pants make you giggle- he looks like someone's father. Someone's sexy father.

“Something funny?” he raises his eyebrow before taking another sip, savoring the bitterness he’d missed so dearly.

“No, nothing it's just… you look cute when you wake up,” you blush, eyeing the way his hand rests on his hip. His shirt rides up under his hand, the small sliver of skin like a car crash you can’t stop looking at.

“Cute? I look… cute?” Joel raises his eyebrows more, if even possible. He can’t recall a woman ever calling him cute. Certainly not a woman he was… interested in.

“You know what I mean,” you nudge his arm before pulling your hand back, crossing your arms so as not to touch him more than you already had. Joel didn’t really know what you mean.

“Well, you do, too. Look cute, I mean,” he scratches the back of his neck, studying the freckles on your face. The way they move when you talk and smile. You’re gorgeous and it makes Joel realize just how out of his element he is. He feels himself grow cold, ice freezing over the warm puddle you turned his heart into. “I have to, uh,” he points his thumb inside, desperately thinking of an excuse to get away from you so he could calm the beating of his heart. He fails to think of one.

“Oh,” your face falls a bit but you quickly plaster a smile on your face. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” you turn on your heel, the warmth of embarrassment creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Jesus, what were you thinking? This man has a daughter and at least 10 years on you. Those things didn’t matter to you whatsoever, especially now, but they probably mattered to him, right? You shake your head as you approach the stables, ready for a day of work. As much as you love human interaction, you really loved working with the horses. They obviously can’t judge you, so you tell them all of your problems as a way of working things out.

You approached Jessa, a filly born about a year ago. She was completely brown except for a few white spots on her head and around her ankles. You call them her boots.

“What am I gonna do here, Jess?” you frown, opening her stall and taking a seat on a milk crate next to her. She whinnies softly. “I know, I know, I’m crazy, right?” Jessa huffs. “We were drunk, Jess. It was a mistake, I guess,” you stand, pet her head, and leave her to see Joel standing awkwardly at the front of the stables. Your heart drops at the possibility of him overhearing you. He fidgets before speaking up.

“I’m supposed to meet Tommy,” he murmurs, looking anywhere but you.

“Oh. What for?” you ask, noting the accidental edge in your own voice. Joel's eyebrows pinch together at your tone.

“Uh, patrol. Training,” he clears his throat. “About, um, earlier,” he starts, taking a small step closer to you. Before he continues, Tommy enters.

“Well, hello there, lovebirds,” Tommy strides through the stables confidently, a stark contrast to his brother. He ruffles the hair on your head and you swat his hand away, rolling your eyes at his brotherly nature. You choose to ignore his nickname for the two of you, opting to help them get their horses for patrol.

“So, you trainin’ him?” you ask, reaching to grab the saddles from the wall. Joel doesn’t miss the way your shirt rides up.

“Yeah, gettin’ the old man ready to start pulling some weight around here,” he smirks when Joel visibly rolls his eyes.

“Ah, well, good luck out there,” you smile and hand Tommy the reins, ignoring Joel completely. Tommy raises an eyebrow but chooses to stay silent, thanking you and leading Joel to the gates.

Joel was never a smooth man. Even in his prime, he didn’t date much. It's not like he had much of a prime, what with having Sarah so young. He wouldn’t have traded her for the world, but it's a simple fact. Joel was out of his element. He’s kicking himself from the second you walk away. How did he fuck up so badly?

As he shuts the door, he turns to see Ellie at the kitchen table, watching his every move.

“When the hell’d you get here?” he starts, eyeing down Ellie who is currently staring him down with wide eyes.

“Like 20 minutes ago, you walked right past me,” she shrugged and took a bite of the granola bar in front of her. She speaks before swallowing “the fuck was that, by the way?” she questions. Joel grimaces.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth. S’impolite,” he walks past her to sit on his couch, mug of coffee in his hands. He studies the mug, ceramic and plain for the most part, aside from the brown owl on the front. He wonders if he’s going to give it back to you.

“That was Maria’s sister, right? The one from last night?” she smirks at the shock on his face.

“How the hell’d you-” he starts before she cuts him off.

“Come on Joel. First of all, the front porch? Not exactly a private venue,” she starts, shoving more of the granola into her mouth. Joel groans in annoyance. “Second, my friend Dina told me she saw you guys at the Tipsy Bison. She said there was totally some chemistry,” she laughs.

“Friend? Who is she? Can I meet ‘er?” Joel perks up at her words, excited that she has a friend, but also trying to get out of the conversation they’re having.

“Yeah, she's really cool. I met her at movie night, she- wait, no you're not getting out of this!” She stands from the table to join him on the couch.

“There is no ‘this’. I’m pretty sure she wants nothing to do with me now,” Joel traces his fingers over the grooves in his mug. Your mug. Ellie rolls her eyes.

“What do you mean? Y’all were totally getting it on,” she laughs, as he shoves the side of her arm, trying to hide his smirk.

“Y’all? What’re you, a cowboy?” he huffs a laugh.

“Learned from the best,” she gives him a cheeky grin. “I think… maybe you should talk to her. Adults are so dumb, like, half of the world's problems could be solved by just talking to each other,” she furrows her brows for a moment. “Well, except for the whole ‘infected’ thing. That’d probably take a bit more.” Joel can’t help but laugh at her train of thought.

“Maybe I will,” Joel pats her knee and stands up, setting the mug in the sink. He’d probably give it to Maria to return to you.

He didn’t plan on trying to talk to you again. He’d just screw it up, he thought. Images of you were scattered throughout his mind all morning, and he was kicking himself for his lack of social skills. Before he could kick himself anymore, he saw you. He’d had no idea you ran the stables. If he’d known, maybe he could have prepared himself. Maybe think of a few words to say. Instead, he was his usual, awkward self.

The patrol goes how he’d expected it to. Tommy notices he’s quieter than usual, which is saying a lot. The route they took was empty except for a small group of runners that they took out with ease. Joel just wants to be in his bed, asleep. He doesn’t want to have to think. He’s afraid he won't be able to get back as soon as he’d hoped, Tommy leaving him alone at the stables to return the horses. Tommy had said something about ‘getting home to the old ball and chain’ that made Joel roll his eyes, but he relented nevertheless.

His heart pinches in worry when he doesn’t immediately see you. He figures it's for the best- the horses are already in their stalls, and maybe he can just sneak out without checking in with you. He’s about to do just that when he hears raised voices coming from your small office. He quietly walks closer to the door, trying to listen in.

“I told you, I’m sorry!” he hears a male voice echo under the door, and it’s familiar. He wracks his brain to figure out who it was.

“Justin, I told you it’s fine! I don’t care! I’m sorry, but I’m not interested anyway,” he hears your voice now, smooth as silk. His heart skips a beat.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know me, baby,” he feels disgust at the male voice now, recognizing it as the man from last night. He fights every urge inside of him to not burst inside that room right now.

“Hey, get off me!” he hears you yell. His fight to suppress his urges is completely gone as he hears you in distress, slamming the door open to the sight of you pinned against your desk, this ‘Justin’ guy grabbing your wrist with a bruising pressure.

“The hells goin on here?” Joel asks, chest heaving.

“None of your business, old man. We were just… talking, right?” Justin smirks to you. Joel notices the fear in your eyes and his heart cracks a bit.

“Um… right, yeah. It’s fine, Joel,” you say, unconvincingly. You widen your eyes to urge him to leave. As if he ever would.

“How bout we all go home, yeah?” Joel asks, taking a step closer. Justin takes this as a threat, releasing you to turn to face Joel.

“And what if we don’t want to, huh?” Justin crosses his arms. Joel looks down at him, grateful for the 2 or 3 inches he has on him.

“Oh, I think you want to,” Joel says sternly. Justin takes this as an opportunity to push his shoulders, slamming him into the wall behind him. Joel is taken off guard, but he can’t help but chuckle. “You didn’t want to do that, kid.”

“Seriously, man? All this for some bitch who doesn’t even put out?” Justin smirks as if he’d won the argument. Without skipping a beat, Joel's fist is in his face, knocking him to the ground. You yelp, jumping out of the way.

“Fuck, dude!” Justin yells from the ground grabbing his bleeding and possibly broken nose. Joel shakes his hand, stretching his fingers. His knuckles fucking hurt, but its hard to focus on that when he sees the way you’re looking at him.

“Get the fuck out,” you robotically say to Justin.

“But- h-he-” he tries to speak.

“I said get the fuck out!” you raise your voice, pulling him off of his feet and pushing him out the door. Joel watches him like a hawk as he leaves, ready to punch him a million more times if he needed to. The two of you stand in silence for a few moments before you decide to speak up.

“How was patrol?” you ask, fidgeting with your hands. He huffs a laugh, taking you by surprise. “What?” you smile slightly.

“Nothing, it's just… after everything that just happened, you’re asking me about patrol?” he looks into your eyes, noticing the heat in them. He’s sure he has the same look in his own.

“Are you… okay?” you ask, ignoring his question.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” he asks, incredulous. You nod, with an mmhmm. You bite your lip and Joel isn’t sure if it's the adrenaline or if he finally grew some balls, but he surges forward and in a single step, he has your face cradled in his hands.

“I-is this… okay?” he whispers against your lips, feeling your hot breath on his own. You nod before reaching up to clutch his flannel in your hands, pulling his lips to your own. Joel unwittingly moans into the kiss. He fucking moans. He’s almost mortified. Almost. When you moan in response, he’s only urged on further, slowly walking you backwards until your ass is pressed against the desk. He taps the side of your hip, motioning for you to hop up. You separate for all of 3 seconds, settling on the desk, when his lips are back on yours.

You whine into his mouth, spurring him further. He fiddles with the bottom of your flannel, itching to rip it off but maintaining some restraint. Before he can think too deeply, you reach out to the bottom button of his own flannel.

“S’this- this ok-kay?” you ask between breaths.

“More’n okay, darling,” he smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your neck while you work on the buttons. You giggle at the sensation. “What?” Joel asks with a small smile.

“It’s hard to… focus… when… ahhh,” Joel reattaches his lips to your neck with a smile. He feels like a teenager again, kissing his crush in secret. It’s thrilling to him, really.

You’ve never been more turned on in your entire life. You thought that dream had made you insanely wet, but Jesus, this was something else. You do finally manage to get his shirt off, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He continues to fiddle with your shirt, causing you to pull back for a moment. He furrows his eyebrows, wondering if he did something wrong. You whip your shirt over your head, leaving you in only your plain black bra. You wish you’d worn something lacy and pretty, but considering there wasn't a Victoria’s Secret nearby, you weren’t that upset.

It’s been a very long time for Joel. Though he was out of practice, he was pretty sure he remembered what to do. He certainly didn’t have a hard time showing how much he wanted you, his erection painfully strained against his pants. Women liked that, right? But, you weren’t just any woman. You were… something else. At the sight of you in just your bra and jeans, Joel knew he was done for. And your smile, that damned smile… it felt like worship in a world without faith.

You wanted more, so you took it. Reaching to the hem of his white t-shirt, you lifted to pull his shirt off so that you’re skin to skin. The first thing you notice is how fucking warm he was. The next thing you noticed was his scar-riddled chest. You trace them softly with your fingers, the raised skin smooth against you. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as you observe his body.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper, looking up to meet his eyes. He laughs softly.

“You’re one to talk,” he says before taking your lips against his again. He feels spurred on by your words and actions- he now has no doubt now that you want this as badly as him.

“Take my pants off, Joel,” you smirk, unbuttoning them yourself to give him a head start. He laughs before pulling them down the rest of the way leaving you in your underwear and bra. He reaches his hand forward, mouth slack as he presses his hand against your core, palming you over your underwear.

“Mmmmmfuck,” you moan, head bobbing onto his shoulder.

“This alright?” he asks, restraining a moan at the dampness of your underwear.

“Please, keep going,” you grind into the palm of his hand.

Without hesitation, he traces his hand up your mound, purposely putting pressure on your clit, before reaching the hem of your underwear and sliding his fingers under, finally feeling you. He moans at the wetness collected between your legs, amazed at how turned on you are from him. He collects that wetness and brings it up to your clit where he rubs in painfully slow circles. You buck your hips into his hand, and he chuckles- its low and gravelly, his own arousal preventing him from putting on a steel front.

“Fuck, darlin’ you’re so wet,” he whispers into your ear. You can barely hear him, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. As you’re about to speak, he slowly slips a finger inside you. You let out a loud moan, biting your lip to stifle the noise.

“S’okay baby, make some noise for me,” his movements maintain their place as he drops to his knees. You stiffen.

“J-Joel, what’re you doing?” you pull at his hair so he looks up at you. It gives him goosebumps.

“What’s it look like I'm doin’, sweetheart? Need’ta taste ya,” he licks his lips as he looks at your core, knowing he’d never see anything as beautiful as this again in his life. You freeze at his words.

“Oh, you don't have to…” you look away from him shyly. He stands at this, hand still moving between your legs.

“Oh, I want to. Please, baby, I want to,” he says to you, pleads almost. Guys had never asked to go down on you before, and you’d never pushed for it. It was nerve wracking- you considered telling Joel this. But the look on his face was enough- you can’t help but relent.

“Mmhm, okay,” you nod and he smiles, sinking to his knees again.

He doesn’t even notice the way his knees creak or how uncomfortable the hardwood floor is on them. He just needs to taste you. The moment his mouth is on you, he moans. The vibrations cause a jolt of lightning up your spine.

“Fuck, s’good,” he says against your thigh before kissing it and diving back in. This time he lifts one of his hands to slip a finger inside, the sensation causing you to lift your legs to rest on his shoulders. You hoped you weren’t squeezing too hard, but the thought was fleeting as his free arm shot up to wrap around your thigh and pull you closer.

The familiar sensation of your core tightening and your vision blurring hit you like a truck. No man had ever made you come before, and certainly not within less than 10 minutes of seeing each other. The orgasm swells to a peak, your thighs clenching on either side of Joel’s head as he moans into you. The aftershocks hit almost as hard as the initial shock, and you don’t realize it's over until the overstimulation of Joel sets in. He was still going absolutely crazy, drinking you in like his life depended on it.

“Ah, fuck,” you hiss at the oversensitivity and he immediately pulls away to ask if you’re okay. “I’m fine,” you laugh. “I’m perfect, actually. Jesus Christ,” you laugh again as he stands, pulling you to the edge of the desk so your clothed core is pressed against his jeans, leaving a dark spot over his crotch. “I’ve never… done that,” you confess shyly.

“Done what?” he asks, cocking his head.

“Been eaten out. And also, I guess, have a man give me an orgasm,” you giggle, mind loose. His expression hardens.

“Wait… what?” he looks at you, concern in your eyes.

“I mean, no guy has ever wanted to before. It’s no big deal,” you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Baby, it is a big deal. Because how any man could deny that… there has to be something wrong with him. A big deal of something wrong with him,” Joel laughs with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can you please fuck me, Joel?” you ask with a cock of your head and a pout on your lips. Joel almost trips in trying to take his pants off and you can't help but giggle.

“Oh, you won't be laughing soon, darlin’” he chuckles before pulling his cock out from his underwear. It’s huge, obviously, because why wouldn’t it be. It’s the biggest you’d ever seen, and you can't help but lift your hand up to grab it, stroking it to the tufts of hair at the base. “Won’t be lastin’ too long if you keep that up,” Joel grimaces with a hiss. You smirk as you grab him and lead him to your entrance, pressing the tip to you.

“Start slow, okay?” you ask, worry filling your gut. It had been awhile, and with a man as well endowed as Joel, you couldn’t help but have some worries.

“I promise,” he chuckles before pushing it in, just the tip. The two of you gasp in harmony, your arms shooting to wrap around his shoulders. “Y’okay?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your cheek.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, “keep going, please.”

“Okay, baby, I gotcha,” he pushes himself further, and before you know it, you can feel his tufts of hair against you as he bottoms out. He’s breathing heavy and ragged as you lean up to capture him in a kiss. He tries his best not to move, to let you adjust, but his restraint is like a rubber band about to snap. Before it does, he feels you move closer to him, urging him to start moving. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He begins slowly, moving his hips back and forth. You squeeze him perfectly, your wetness allowing him to move with ease. His hands moved to your hips, then your breasts, your face- he was all over you. It took everything in you to keep your eyes open, but the eye contact he was making was worth it. When he wasn’t kissing parts of you, he was watching you. Whether it was your eyes, your lips, or your breasts, he was watching you. He only closed his eyes when he blinked. You were used to guys digging their faces into your shoulder and finishing in 30 seconds. Everything about Joel was… so much more.

He flattens his palm on your stomach above your mound, feeling himself inside of you. Slowly, he moves his hand up your chest to squeeze your nipple. You unexpectedly gasp and arch your back, urging him to continue. His other hand snakes from your waist to your clit as he begins to rub in circles.

“Need’ya to finish with me, darlin’” he whispers in your ear.

“O-okay. M’close,” you manage to squeak out, his hands doing so much to you.

“F-fuck,” Joel lets out a groan as he tries to maintain his pace to get you off. The second he feels you clenching around him, however, he speeds up. As he’s about to come, he quickly pulls out and spills onto your stomach, chest heaving as he leans over you. He wishes he’d had a camera to capture the view in front of him right now

You’re breathless and sweaty beneath him when you come to. His length lay on your stomach, twitching as he came down. The two of you remain this way for what feels like an eternity before he stands up fully, grabbing a box of tissues from your desk and proceeding to clean you up.

He reaches his hand out to you and you take it, hopping off of the desk. Grabbing the discarded clothes from the floor, he motions for you to lift your arms over your head so he can slide your flannel over you. Only it's not your flannel, but his. He doesn’t comment on this as he puts your flannel on himself, the usually oversized fit you’re used to fitting him perfectly

You reach up to fiddle with his hair, the curls messy atop his head. His lips part but he stays silent, watching you bite your lip in focus.

“There,” you smile. “Better.”

Joel isn't sure what to do with his hands now, the soft ticking of a clock on your wall filling the noise. He feels heat creep up the back of his neck when he recounts what you’d just done. In public.

“Coffee?” you ask, playing with the hem of your new shirt.

“Hm?” he snaps his head to you, daze broken.

“I said ‘coffee’? Like, the drink?” you giggle.

“What about coffee?” he asks. He knows you’re probably inviting him over, but he just wants to hear you talk.

“Ugh, just come home with me, Miller,” you laugh and grab his hand, leading him out of the stables.

He follows you to your house, your hands intertwined the whole walk. Neither of you acknowledge this as your conversation flows as easily as if you’d known each other for years. He stays at your house for hours, enjoying his coffee almost as much as he’s enjoying you. You both realize around the same time just how enamored you were with each other. Though neither of you are sure how to feel, Joel knows now that he can’t lose you. Ever.

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fortemelody · 5 months ago

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miku expo was legit the best day of my life so i wanna ramble about it

edit: found this in my drafts and wanted to revive it even if this took place like a month ago now lmao

first off i wanna kinda stress something that i honestly might get flamed for

i was in the pit, literally the third row, and around the halfway mark people who didn’t have wristbands on (that you get if you’re in the pit) finagled their way in and no security stopped them. this was like 5 people near me and like 3 more on the opposite side of the chairs. i could barely move cus i was so squished in by them and beforehand i was taking the opportunity to jump and dance becus i was in the aisle becus it was very spacious.

i personally see this as wrong. like i understand the feeling so much of not having good seats becus they are expensive. my bsf’s parents payed for these seats and that was the closest i’ve ever been/probably will ever be at a concert. i am eternally greatful for them. however, if i were at any other concert with my regular nosebleed seats, i would not move up to somewhere where the seats were obviously filled and payed for. people work hard to have the kind of money to spend on good tickets, and i felt like they were stripping away all of that just becus there was some open space and no one from security happen to be watching

i do feel kinda bad becus my friend was complaining a little too loud and vulgarly without a proper confrontation and i was saying things like “yeah” and “real” and i think they eventually kinda heard us but they didn’t do anything in response until i finally asked them nicely to at least step back so i could move around. most of them listened then but one person didn’t.

i want to acknowledge that i probably wasn’t perfect either in a different aspect becus i was legit screaming my head off and i realize now that behavior can definitely be distracting. i forgot that convention idol etiquette very much applies to even a virtual concert because there are others around me that might not appreciate my loudness who aren’t performing, along with the band members (although they prob couldn’t hear me from backstage).

wanted to address my thoughts on the screen too. honestly i still think it’s a weird call (and would make a lot of sense if it was by crunchyroll) and i still think it’s rather cheap but i can at least acknowledge that the visuals were pretty crisp. im assuming it also helped people see it from super far away better. it was definitely not an experience ruiner by any means but it was pretty jarring for the first 10 mins or so.

anyways, on to the good moments. at the end i shouted thank you to the band members when they came out and one of them saw me gave me the heart hands AND IT WAS SO FUCKING SWEET AHHH

i went into this only knowing about 5 songs for the set list and i’m so glad for that becus the suprises kept hitting me. some of the most hyped songs for me were unknown mother goose and fraulen biblioteca. i was so happy they played a wowaka song becus he deserves to be honored in multiple countries. and with fraulen i have a video recording of it where me and my bsf’s convo went like this:

“i can’t believe they did it”

“what?”

“I CANT BELIEVE THEY DID IT”

“ME TOO”

(for context we were debating which songs would get played on the way there and we wanted this one but thought it had a slim chance. also meiko is my fav soooo)

ALSO we didn’t know we got VIP till someone told us (thank you kind stranger). the tote bag is really nice and i’ve gotten a ton of use out of it. and i used the fan in place of a penlight the whole time- idk how it didn’t break. as for the other stuff it was just kinda meh to me.

lastly we got a shit ton of confetti from the cannon and passed some out to people and took a couple for ourselves too. i’m so glad they did that it was a nice touch and it looked so beautiful as it was falling tbh

i think that’s all i gotta say but i might make some fanart to commemorate it later (i just said this same thing in a post a couple days ago and i haven’t even started *that* drawing yet….oopsies).

#miku #hatsune miku #vocaloid #vocaloid miku #vsynth #kagamine len #kagamine rin #kaito #meiko #luka megurine #megurine luka #kagamine twins #miku expo #mikuhatsune #virtual concert #miku expo 2024 #miku miku beam #miku hatsune #sakura miku

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shatterthefragments · 4 months ago

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american shorthair, bombay, and fishing cat please ♥️

Ohhoho get ready for a ramble~

american shorthair — what’s your biggest comfort ?

Answered here 💖

New answer addition: when I’m with one of my best friends and we’re hugging 🫂

bombay — are you an introvert or extrovert ? what is your favourite time of the day ?

Ok ok. So. My whole life I’ve identified as and been told/assigned introvert. (While also being “the social one” of my nuclear family)

But let’s go look up the definitions. (Webmd is apparently one of the first results so we’re going with it)

If “An introvert is a person with qualities of a personality type known as introversion, which means that they feel more comfortable focusing on their inner thoughts and ideas, rather than what's happening externally. They enjoy spending time with just one or two people, rather than large groups or crowds.” Then fuck yes I am an introvert FOR SURE. I do vastly prefer spending time with just one or maybe two people (it can be a bit overwhelming in groups tbh)

“The term extroversion describes an aspect of a personality that is often characterized by expressive and outgoing patterns of behavior. People who are extroverts tend to be very talkative, sociable, active, and warm. Jung defined an extrovert as someone who feels energized by the external world and social interactions.” Hmm. I *can* be very talkative and social (case in point I like doing longer replies sometimes 😘) less so irl (since 3rd grade. Before that I was maybe fairly outgoing?) but 🤷🏻

I vaguely recall hearing that introverts get their energy from being alone and extroverts from being around others. And by that definition I’m both? I have briefly considered “could be an ambivert” and then I. Stop thinking about it bc it doesn’t really matter. I need to recover with some alone time always. But. If I’m with one of my friends 😁 like when I’m with her?!? I’m just so happy!! I don’t think I’ve ever loved another person more tbh (but no I’m not in love with her nor do I want to be in a relationship with her. Like yes I trust her enough to snuggle and I haven’t really thought about it much but I am almost certainly open to a QPR if she and her partner were okay with it. But I can’t imagine life without her.)

Favourite time of day… hmm. On my days off - sunset or sunrise if I happen to be awake :) (or if I make myself breakfast and a latte and go eat outside :))

On work days: that area where I’m still waking up while I’m at work but before we’re open (6-7 or sometimes 5-7 am) and I play music out loud from my pocket :) (sure I pass by my coworkers sometimes but I try to keep my distance in case they can hear) or if I get to bother/talk to one of my coworkers I went to school with :)

On Adventure Days: whichever time I get to see my friend(s)!!!!!! If not a friend adventure: whichever time I get to relax: be it staring at the ocean or chilling in a park or something, ideally with food.

fishing cat — what are your hobbies ? ALL of them

“ALL of them*” <- there’s the TLDR 🤣 *there are *some* I don’t do or want to do though

I’m a writing artist who plays instruments and games and loves the ocean. Is the quickest version of this. Or to quote my sister: “so many things”

So. For this we have the ACTIVE hobbies, the BACKBURNER hobbies, and the THEORETICAL hobbies. And i am hoping i remember all of them.

(Would it be easier to say everything BUT jewellery making and ttrpgs (so far)? Yeah. Probably)

Active is uh still relative to when I have a miracle of both time and energy to do them but alas.

Back burner I suppose is that i only do them every once in a while OR have paused.

Theoretical is more stuff i want to try but i have the supplies and/or the project ideas

I draw, paint (mostly watercolour and occasionally acrylic, one project was spray painting tote bags for a pride event!) (and it was a paint your own ceramics studio that actually revived my love of painting!) , do both lino and dry point and can do woodcut (if I have wood) printmaking, (would Like to do etching and mezzotint as well but I haven’t tried those yet and they require additional supplies and knowledge :()

I’m going to try my hand at making comics again bc of Nazareth Trans Allegory that I am still Consumed by the idea of (@bubacorn I am still working on more details for your ask about it from the Wip game!) (the last one I made was a few pages from a story I was writing as well.) (there are so many things I want to draw as comics. I don’t really draw things the same though so I Worry but why?!? Why worry?!? Just have fun, maybe the skill will slowly develop on the way!! I am trying to convince myself of this)

I’m a bookbinder!! I would love to be an apprentice for this actually!!! (I have made exactly one hardcover for a wedding present (classmate in college and on the board with me) and mostly I did a couple Japanese Stab Bound and some Coptic stitched notebooks/sketchbooks for friends :))

(I would like to make handmade paper too!! I haven’t yet but I got a cheap frame kit to start one day!!)

I’m a calligrapher since finding a book of calligraphy alphabets in fifth grade in my elementary school library but I am VERY out of practice bc I really only do it for cards now.

I’ve done exactly one leatherwork project but I really want to be able to be a leatherworker too! Also a career I would love to apprentice for! But the specific studio I want to learn at I can’t afford to move there. The sustainability of creating something that will last for generations is 🥹💖

I’m not really a ceramicist. Sometimes I enjoy it a lot sometimes the texture is Too Much. But either way the way clay sucks up moisture from my already easily cracked hands means it’s not something I can pursue professionally, though I do think I want to take more classes :) so. Sort of sometimes 🤷🏻 but it’s better for my poor hands to mostly stick to painting at the paint your own ceramics studios :)

I guess I take photos as a hobby, but even though I have over 21,000 on my phone… ok 2600 are screenshots… I do not consider myself a photographer. Mostly I just like to have reminders of things I’ve done bc I have a hard time remembering and I get things all jumbled up in my head all the time.

And I want to sew as well. I would love to be able to make and mend my own clothes and items! I have a half finished bag that I started in sewing club but uh. We’ll see if I’m ever able to finish it… (when I find it and my sewing case again… like?? Where did it GO?)

I mostly cook rather than bake. But I can. And I’m a cake decorator! (And FUCK I kinda want to make an Ivycakes cake but I can’t remember who said this initially of the ass cake but also I live with my family and while my sister will simply raise an eyebrow and judgementally go “okay”, my parents would Judge)

But I love making things and doing little experiments (mushroom chili French toast this morning anyone? Could’ve used more chili oil tbh. But it was good! Update!!! made it the next morning too (this morning) and added more chili oil and that was really good but it could’ve used more butter), and sometimes you just need to stir something (* when my wrists/hands are okay to)

I write - mostly poetry and lyrics, mostly of the vent variety but I’m trying to branch out into the euphoria variety and things that bring joy variety too.

I also write stories sometimes. Not very often currently. I’ve written scripts in my intro to scriptwriting class but I REALLY loved it!! Such a different format than I’m used to!!

In that vein I want to actually finish composing and arranging and (probably completely rewrite the lyrics) maybe record a song (with no guarantees of quality, I am set to do One (1) this year based off a flippant comment which a discord server said That’s Your New Year Resolution Now to and I agreed)

And also in this vein I am Playing Music Again (#shatters plays music again) and picking up instruments I haven’t played since high school ✌️ I was lucky enough to have my own flute since middle school (buying a cheap one was cheaper than renting one even just through middle school and I also played into high school) anyway I still somehow remember a lot bc I played for 6 years!! Which I am so delighted by!!! I’m not good and way slower than I used to be but excitement!! and I switched to tenor sax in grade 12 (I got to borrow one from the school) which was AMAZING and I found one off facebook marketplace this year!!! (I need to uh. Wash the mouthpiece. But then to reteach myself!!! Bc I only played for one year uh. Nearly a decade ago (we’ll round up in this case for Emphasis) so I don’t have that same muscle memory in place and I’m unsure on the fingerings even though they’re VERY SIMILAR to the flute. AND I can’t remember who said the fingerings are the same in alto and bari sax too but 👀 might have to see about alto at some point too?!? (My lungs simply would give out if I attempted bari)

BUT I HAVE A GREAT NEED TO LEARN STRINGED INSTRUMENTS!!! Partially so I can play while not in the greatest respiratory health. Partially bc I MUST. Have always been obsessed with cello. Used my free 30 min lesson for the cello instead of my flute like it was Intended for (to further develop skills for band) ✨ guitar is very versatile but honestly it’s cool ass guitarists and bassists that make me want to play. But getting to play the guitar last month is GROUNDBREAKING and I really want to!! (It uh. Might hurt my left wrist/hand too much to properly finger. But we’ll see. Maybe I need to try one of the left handed opposite guitars?? Idk.) (I used to play ukelele!) and I’d love to learn piano even though my fingers are too short (or so I’ve always been told) but even without knowing how to play they’re so much fun to make noise on!!

I got to play violin and guitar on my trip and even just open string bowing IS SO GOOD AND FUN AND NICE and screwing around with a guitar is too!!! (Maybe I’ll post one one day? But I have to edit for sure bc it has my full face there)

But guitar or cello or keys would be the first. Unsure which. (Sis says to “work on the ones I have first”, but there’s so much joy in noise in so many forms!!!!! (I could learn trumpet on hers!! But I remember it made my lips feel weird when we tried when she first got it)

Bc keys are more versatile and can have different instrument settings depending on the keyboard BUT. Idk.

(Why yes FB marketplace advertises instruments to me all the time and is pretty much the only reason I pop on every once in a while 🥺)

Uhhh anyway a future hobby will have to be very basic music production haha ✌️✨

Ah off that - I sing (badly?) too? I love singing along to songs!! When nobody’s there to hear! (Based on a couple lines of Blood Sport I sang to a coworker though “not that bad” bc he was talking about some of the drunk karaoke night people)

(Singing That Part of Ascensionism just immediately shreds my throat though 😭) fun fact I sang in the elementary school talent show at least once! I frequently sing to myself if no coworkers or customers are around!!

Snuggling my stuffies!!! Listening to music!!

Candles! Collecting things! Other things I am realizing are just stimming habits and sensory seeking activities!!

Like sailing i only do every once in a while, and im unsure of what capacity, if any, I’ll be able to continue on doing it after this year.

Other sports type things I do intermittently… I used to play badminton but the local clubs are SUPER COMPETITIVE and I am simply here to have a good time. Maybe I’d join an intramural soccer team again if it was casual. I did one set of kickboxing lessons in high school and would like to do it again one day. Especially now that I’m more comfortable driving around to where I’d need to go now than when I was freshly licensed :) I enjoy paddling more than swimming and take every chance to canoe or kayak or even dinghy sailboat I can! (…it’s been a while! I should see if groupon has any deals when I have any money again) One day I might get a cheap blow up paddle board so I can just kinda chill out on the water but. The life jacket is a very important investment for that. Tbh I’m not the strongest swimmer.

I don’t like hiking in rural Rural areas unless I’m with a group with someone who knows more about wildlife/safety than I but I’m also slower than a lot of people so I tend to mostly just do nature walks/ocean strolls when I can. Can’t be left behind if you’re on your own!! (And I enjoy being on my own) (but I do get sad when I’m left behind)

I dance a bit sometimes (a little less since I uhh Very Likely threw it back too hard to Granite and uh. Pulled something in my chest and ended up in the ER after a few days thinking I was dying. 😬)

I go to concerts again now :) hoping I continue getting to for a long time!! I love going to art exhibits! I love going to cat cafes! and really any cute cafe tbh. Going to try fancy croissants!

(Is getting tattoos a hobby? Bc I want more!! Too many ideas too little time and money and time for timing it for healing while still working bc I need my time off for other trips, mostly to see concerts and visit a semi local ish friend that’s maybe 3-5 hours away depending?)

Quilting i have both ideas (too many truly) and supplies for but no skills yet haha.

I inherited knitting supplies and maybe crocheting supplies from my grandma so. Probably those at some point? I liked finger knitting when I tried it at a library workshop ages ago (small child. I have no idea how I remember this…) so probably I’d start with knitting?

I love playing video games! Especially like. Stardew Valley! And anything potions! (I enjoyed Potionomics a whole lot even though I’ve never played a card deck game) and also dating sims ✨ (pacthesis games my beloved back then!! Would still replay now if I could) (I only play on PC or steam deck bc that was a decision I made haha but I was happy I got it when I was sick and at home and couldn’t be assed to use my laptop bc it was a Barrier and I just Couldn’t.)

I would love to make a silly little text based game (think sim date flash games (does anybody else remember pacthesis?) but like. Not a dating sim (ah well,, maybe also a dating sim? Idk. I’ve so far only scripted one adventure one out when I took a coding class in high school) and in theory all I have to do is brush up on python and I could do a very simple one 👀 but honestly given the time commitment I probably won’t for quite some time *if* I do bc I’ve heard other languages are better suited for nicer games. (I do indeed have two different game making engines, untouched (they were free at the time but I have no clue about now))

Shopping is less of a hobby and more of a necessary evil and also I love getting new art supplies or new supplies for a new hobby I *hope* to start 😬

AH also reading. (Looked at my bookcases haha) 🥰💖

If you made it all the way to the end I am kissing you on the forehead and we are hugging if you want!!!!!

#long post #ask games #ask game #asks #ivycakes cake mention #shatters’ fragments #I HAD SO MUCH FUN GETTING TO RAMBLE ON ABOUT THE THINGS I LOVE SOENDING TIME DOING!!#thank you!! 💖

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organized-chaotic-disaster · 11 months ago

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Just some musings, not bad for once lol

So, I’ve decided, sometime within the next year I want to get a cat. Hopefully a kitten

This is a long-term goal I have for myself, bc I’ve learned that, this is something I can’t just jump into; I need to actively decide for myself “I want a cat and I’m going to actively look for one.” I can’t just think in the back of my mind “I’d like a cat one day,” and then someone’s cat has kittens or something and have them go “hey you want a cat right? Want one of these?”. I can’t do that, I need to actively think about it first, and then start looking for one

And, I’ve realized, my room is not a good space for a cat right now. And my parents have been redoing the spare room to be a multipurpose space, with a desk and a chair and a recliner, if you just want a quiet place to be for a while. And it’s supposed to largely be my and my mom’s space. And doing that, deciding things for that room, and feeling like it’s a space that’s, in part, specifically for me, has helped with my motivation to make my own living space… more comfortable. I feel like, oh, this thing has been in my room for a while but I don’t really use it, but it can go in the spare room! And that’s nice!

And I. Okay so I’m really fucking terrible about laundry right. Like I can put a load into the washing machine and then in the dryer, or hang what I need to hang dry. But putting clothes away? God. I’ve literally just given up on the concept. I have a laundry cart thing my parents used to use that has 3 bags that hook on it and just. Use that for my clothes. And like 2 totes. It’s awful. Like at least my clothes aren’t on the floor anymore, that used to be my system, it was so bad. But it still doesn’t work, and it’s bulky and takes up so much space! And one reason I’ve done that instead of using the dresser and closet I have is bc I have SO many old clothes that I’m holding onto hoping they’ll fit again someday, but I need to stop that. It’s been literal years since I’ve worn most of them. They need to go. So they will. And that’s a HUGE thing for me

And all of this started with the thought of “I want a cat within the next year” because I need to make my living space one that can accommodate a cat. Because I genuinely feel like a cat would be beneficial for me. Because I’ll be responsible for something, and they can provide emotional support. And I can feel a sense of autonomy from having and taking care of a cat. And I mean. I just like cats man!!!! That’s a valid reason too!!!!

Like I’m thinking about and doing things about my living space. And it feels good. Whenever it’s later in the day and I can’t focus on hw anymore I’ll just. Sort through my clothes and see what fits and what doesn’t, which will need to go one way or another. And I’m looking at different areas of my room like, “hmmmm maybe I can change that like this, or maybe I can get rid of that and replace it with x y or z, and use that for abc objects”

And it’s so dumb but also not but like. I don’t have to eat in my bed anymore. Because we have a chair that isn’t awful to sit on and we have a desk in the spare room so I can be in a private space. I have a desk in my room too but tbh I might get rid of it, it’s super cramped and idk. I thought I was gonna love it but I never use it. Maybe it’s because of my old chair (which, after trying it, my mom told me is awful, so I’m not crazy it’s just a bad chair lol), maybe the desk itself contributed to that too. But either way, I have a private space where I can sit down and watch whatever I want without judgement while I eat, and I don’t have to worry about crumbs in my bed while I’m at it! It’s so nice like. Oh my god 😭

And with changing things in my room, it’s an active goal, but it’s also a long-term goal. I can go at it slowly, one day at a time, and not worry about finishing it in a day or something. And that really helps, too. I just do it whenever I have time. And I can hopefully get better habits about things like my laundry. Maybe I can use my dresser, or maybe I’ll use my closet for most of my clothes instead. And hopefully, I can just. Live a little more comfortably, without so much shit everywhere

It’s. Really nice.

#personal #I’m. feeling kind of hopeful?#but I also don’t wanna be TOO optimistic and then feel disappointed if anything doesn’t go well for whatever reason #or if I end up getting too much work from school or something and not be able to keep up with it anymore #I really need more hours at work tho. like damn #I’m thinking of getting rid of my desk and putting something else there like maybe a dresser or more shelves #but like. furniture’s expensive lol #ofc this is a long-term thing but like. I need to pay tuition too 😭

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girltomboy · 4 months ago

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I got my pap smear results this week but when I went to my doctor's office to talk to her about them she wasn't there, even though according to the clinic app she was supposed to be there until late in the evening :/ so I'll probably make an appointment for next week. I've been taking the supplements she recommended me but they make me soooo gassy and give me diarrhea like straight up liquid coming out of my asshole. I don't even think I'd ever had diarrhea like that before I started taking it. My bf said it might be a temporary side effect, while my body adjusts to it, and judging by what I found online he might be right. The last couple of days have been better, it's usually worse in the morning right after I wake up. I'll bring it up to my doctor next week but by that time it'll probably pass.

TOMORROW my best friend will come to the city, her final exam is on the 2nd of July and then on the 4th she'll present her BA thesis ❤ I'm so proud she's finally breaking free of the curse of this university lol I got her a birthday baggy - some trinkets I bought & hand-made (a calico kitty made out of clay in the image of her oldest cat, and a blue heart with yellow stars, both of which have been turned into fridge magnets), some candles, slime creatures, some small cosmetics (heart shaped soap & a watermelon lip mask) etc. I don't even know what else I put in that bag but I'm so excited to finally give it to her. I'm kind of nervous to hang out with her & her bf again tbh and idrk why, it's not fair to feel this way for no particular reason towards my best friend but I suppose and hope it's just excitement 👉👈 I feel some pressure to take them to some nice places in the city now that it's summer and everything looks awesome thanks to the trees and the clear blue sky or with its fluffy white clouds, but other than the riverside, the park, the big hill in the city center, and maybe the botanical garden idk many other "visitable" places. I do want to go to the botanical garden though... I haven't been in ages and I don't even think I've ever been in the summer.

I've been reading a lot lately, I feel disinterested in pretty much everything else, like movies or TV shows. I'm super caught up in this old book I'm reading rn (from the online used books store 😘) and it's just exciting to read super old books that I know next to nothing about. Well, if they turn out to be good too, that is. And most of the time they do!

Today I had a prettyyy full day, woke up early partly out of habit, partly because I was expecting the regular morning call on the way to work from my bf. Did some yoga FINALLY, washed my comforter and my sneakers, swept the floor, had a nice breakfast (canned tuna + parsley + black olives + hot pepper paste + olive oil, wrapped in lettuce leaves like sarma 🤭), went shopping for a small backpack cause I can NAWT be a tote bag woman anymore. I mean I'll remain loyal to my tote bags for the most part, but some occasions call for a more practical means of transportation for my trinkets and objects. Made some wings and parmesan fries in the air fryer (as someone whose oven is sentient AND evil and out to get me, I feel blessed to have finally joined the air fryer crowd and I can kind of understand why it felt like people who owned one could not seem to stop talking about theirs before I had one too... I'll never do that though. But I get it kinda), and I was honestly ready to watch a horror movie, but my book just seems so much more enticing. So I'll return to her.

I do need to work out more today, and then have an everything shower. But maybe a little nap won't hurt. Just a small very short one.

#i have a feeling my best friend will get here this evening and will ask me if i want to hang out later?#and i'll feel terrible if i have to turn down her invitation but i do need some rest

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lesbianjackies · 3 years ago

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Wizarding Water Parks Are Weird

George Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Request: Could you please write some George Weasley x Reader fluff? Maybe they are going to a water park or beach?

Gender: Female

Warnings: I don't think there are any?? But lemme know if I'm wrong

Word Count: 2,136

A/N: Yeah, so I kinda got carried away lmaooo. This is the longest fic I've ever written, and tbh I just took a simple request and turned it into an excuse to make an entire wizarding water park exist. It's fun tho, it's very chaotic but I laughed out loud many times with writing it, so I think it should be an enjoyable read. Love y'all, hope you enjoy!! Also I tried to find a picture cause I like to have them on my fics but I couldn't find one that fit so we're just gonna do without.

“Get up.” Your boyfriend flicks you on the head.

“Ow!” You swat him away, shooting a glare in his direction. “No ‘Good morning, (Y/N), I love you’?”

George rolls his eyes, sighs dramatically, and lies down next to you. “Good morning, (Y/N), I love you.” He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Now get up.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but roll off your mattress anyway. “Why? What’s happening?”

He gets off the bed as you pull your outfit for the day out of your suitcase. “We’re going to the water park!”

You raise your eyebrows. “The water park? I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect that to be one of the things I did on my first summer break with wizards.”

George looks confused. “Really? Water parks are so cool, though! Muggles have them??”

You give him a weird look. “Yes…? They’re a pretty standard thing… whatever, whatever. I’ll get ready.” You give him a smile and wait for him to leave. He doesn’t. “That means you need to leave.”

“Oh! Oh, right, right.” He gives you another quick kiss before walking toward the door, slightly embarrassed. “Love you! Sorry!”

“Love you, too!” You call after him as he leaves. You laugh to yourself as you pull on your clothes. Merlin, do you love him. He’s an idiot, but that’s why, you think. Plus, it’s not like you’re not an idiot, too. You’re idiots together, and that’s what makes you perfect for each other.

You walk out of Ginny’s room to find everyone already eating breakfast. You squeeze a chair in between George and Hermione and peck George on the cheek. “So, when are we leaving?” you ask, grabbing yourself a cauldron cake.

“As soon as you’re finished eating, dear,” Mrs. Weasley says, collecting dishes from the people who have already finished - everyone but you, who just arrived, and Ron, who had been there since breakfast started, but wouldn’t stop eating.

You finish your cauldron cake as quickly as you can and hand Mrs. Weasley your plate with a quick “thank you”. You head back to Ginny’s room with her and Hermione so you can get your things for the waterpark.

“So, what makes a water park in the wizarding world different from one in the muggle world?” Hermione asks as she packs her swimsuit, sunscreen, a hat, sunglasses, a book, and more things that would be tedious to list if you tried. (She wants to be prepared, she says.)

“Yeah,” you say, shoving your swimsuit in a tote bag before sitting down on your mattress. “George seemed shocked that muggles even had waterparks, so I’m assuming they’re a bit different here.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” replies Ginny, stealing your tote bag so she can stuff her swimsuit on top of yours. “I don’t really know anything about muggle water parks, so I can’t tell you how wizard ones are different. Guess you’ll just see when you get there.” She plops down next to you on your mattress and starts piling snacks into your bag. “By the way, I really want to steal your tote bag.”

You remove your bag from Ginny’s hands, much to her disappointment. “Absolutely not, I only have three.”

Hermione gives you a weird look. “Why do you need three tote bags?”

“One for school, one for personal use, and one spare just in case,” you inform her. “And also aesthetic.”

Before Hermione can respond, Ron barges into the room. “We’re leaving now.”

“Do you knock, Ron?” Ginny says, following him out of the room anyway.

Ron gives her a look as you and Hermione walk out after them.

George finds you and slips his hand into yours when you get outside. “Excited?”

You shrug. “I suppose. I don’t really know what this is gonna be like, so I guess I’m excited to find out.”

George smiles and squeezes your hand.

“All right, kiddos!” Mr. Weasley gives all of you a friendly smile, brandishing an ugly yellow teapot. “We’re going by portkey!”

“I don’t know why the fact that you’re holding a teapot surprises me,” says Harry as everyone clasps the portkey.

You feel a horrid sensation in your bellybutton as the world spins around you, yanking you till everything comes to focus. And wherever you end up is definitely not a waterpark. “Merlin,” you groan, rubbing your stomach as you look around. “I forgot how horribly uncomfortable that was. Also, what is this place?”

“Neptuland Water Park,” replies George, totally unhelpfully.

“This is a water park!?”

What it is is paradise. Literal paradise. Like, the gorgeous beach, perfect flowing waterfalls, colorful tropical island cliché of paradise. Except with mermaids and other fantastical sea creatures you’ve probably learned about in your History of Magic class but can’t remember the names of for the life of you. You glance at Harry and Hermione, who look just as star struck as you feel.

“Yeah?” George looks at you nervously. “Are you disappointed? I’m sorry if muggle water parks are better, I’ll ask Dad to take us back to the Burrow, I - “

“What!?” You give him a look of bewilderment. “No, no, this is amazing. Like, truly amazing. It’s like paradise, George, I’m just… a little bit in shock.”

George blinks. “Oh. Well, okay then! I’m glad you like it!” He smiles and you return it, still amazed by the scene around you.

“All right, everyone go change and then give me your things; I’ll put them in a locker.” Mrs. Weasley shoos you all over to an Atlantis-esque building you assume is a… changing area. Merlin, this place is insane.

You, Ginny, and Hermione follow Mrs. Weasley into the women’s section as Mr. Weasley leads the twins, Ron, and Harry into the men’s. You change into your swimsuit and hand Mrs. Weasley your tote bag after Ginny stuffs her clothes in it. (It took a lot of convincing to get her to leave the snacks, but you apparently weren’t supposed to bring outside refreshments to the water park.) You exit the changing area and find the boys already outside waiting for you.

“So, what do you wanna do first?” you ask George.

He doesn’t respond, mouth slightly open as he looks at you.

“George?”

He blinks, face going red. “S- sorry. I’ve just- You just look really good, is all.”

You pink slightly. “Oh, uh, thanks! You look really good, too.”

Fred snickers. “He’s just horny cause he’s never seen you in a swimsuit before.”

George goes impossibly redder. “Fred!”

Mrs. Weasley swats the older twin. “Stop teasing your brother, Frederick.”

Fred rolls his eyes, but walks away to bug Ron instead, which was not what Mrs. Weasley meant when she told him to stop teasing his brother.

“Fred!” she huffs, following him.

“Sorry about him,” George says sheepishly. “My misery is his pleasure, apparently.”

You laugh and squeeze his hand. “It’s okay. I enjoy seeing you blush over me,” you tease.

George flushes again, as if on cue, and you let out another laugh before dragging him toward the paradise that is apparently a water park. “C’mon, Loverboy, I’m not here to stand around doing nothing!”

“Oh- okay, um, let’s go to the Great Barrier Reef pool!”

You stop in your tracks and stare at him, mouth open. “The what!?”

“The Great Barrier Reef pool!” His explanations have been increasingly unhelpful. “You know, the pool that’s modeled after the Great Barrier Reef.”

Your expression does not get any less confused.

“Right, you don’t know, you’ve never been here before, I don’t know what I was thinking. Okay, so, this place is known for its lifelike replicas of famous bodies of water around the world. They have the Great Barrier Reef - my personal favorite - Dawes Glacier, the Dead Sea, Victoria Falls, and more - all replicated to be the size of a large pool and safe and comfortable enough for humans to swim in. It’s remarkable, and why Neptuland is my favorite water park. Nobody really knows this, but I’ve always wanted to travel, and these pools are the closest I’ve ever been able to get to that. Besides the trip to Egypt my family went on in my fourth year, I mean.”

“I- That’s- “ you stammer. “I mean, wow. That’s genuinely incredible.”

George’s face brightens. “Isn’t it!? Come on, let’s go!” It’s his turn to grab your hand and drag you toward the waterpark.

The Great Barrier Reef pool is exactly what George explained it to be - a literal pool version of the actual Great Barrier Reef. The water is clear and perfectly turquoise and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. George drags you into the pool, and once underwater, you’re able to see an abundance of coral all around you. Scratch the water being the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen - this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You gasp involuntarily, and jolt back up the surface, choking and sputtering.

“(Y/N)!” George grabs your face, worried. “(Y/N/N), are you okay!?”

You cough out a ton of water and grin at him. “Yes!? This is the most amazing place I’ve ever seen!”

“Are you sure?? Cause you were just choking like a whole lot.”

“Yeah, but it was like, fun choking. I love this place!”

George laughs, bewildered, and shakes his head. “Merlin, I love you.”

You peck him on the lips. “I love you, too.” You dive back underwater and he follows suit, following you as you swim around the brightly colored coral. After a bit of swimming and resurfacing only for the purpose of making out - well, you suppose you also had to breathe, but it was mostly to make out - you sit up on the edge of the pool. “Okay, so what else is there to do?”

“Um… well, there are the water slides.”

You frown, a bit disappointed. “Water slides?” After the pool version of the literal Great Barrier Reef, you were expecting something a bit more… extravagant than water slides.

“I promise they’re cool,” George assures you, climbing out of the pool and grabbing your hand. “Come on!”

They are definitely cool, you discover when George leads you over to them. Apparently, when the wizarding world says “water slide” they mean a literal water slide. As in a slide made of water. This place is wild. It’s technically supposed to be one person a slide, but the security here is concerningly lax, so you and George are able to slide together without much issue. It’s amazingly fun; you’ve always enjoyed water slides, but this one is incredible - it moves as you go, which makes the ride unpredictable and so much more fun than a regular water slide. By the time you and George finally get tired of it, you’re both breathless and laughing and have been on close to a dozen times.

“Okay, what next?”

“There’s a lazy river, which is pretty relaxing - you just kinda float along a stream with pretty colored steam that smells nice - it kinda bores me, but it’s nice. Oh, and you can swim with mermaids.”

You make a face, remembering the creatures from the Triwizard Tournament. “Mermaids?”

“Not that kind,” he assures you. “These ones are nice; they’re paid to work here and entertain people.”

You nod, still dumbfounded even after being here for an hour. “I don’t care what we do,” you say, kissing him. You press your forehead to his and smile. “I just wanna spend time with you.”

George blushes and kisses you again, pulling you onto his lap. “I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you murmur back, running your hands through his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“Oi, Lovebirds!” Fred flicks George on the head, causing him to hastily break away from you.

“Ow!” George whines, rubbing the spot. “Do you mind?”

“No,” his brother says bluntly, “and we’re leaving, get dressed.”

George huffs as Fred walks away and kisses you one more time before getting up. “This was fun,” he says, smiling at you.

You smile back, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It was. Mostly cause I got to spend it with you.”

“Merlin, get a room.” Fred apparently wasn’t as far away as you thought.

George rolls his eyes, but the two of you finally stand up and walk back to the changing rooms. Everyone walks in, but George pulls you aside and wraps his arms around you. “Thanks for coming this summer,” he murmurs into your hair.

You look up at him with a smile. “Of course. I’ll always want to spend time with you and your family.”

He smiles back and you hear a groan.

“Please, just leave us alone, Fred - “

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x muggleborn!reader #george weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley imagine

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a/n: this is the last of the one-shots I’ll be posting on here :) on to the series! just a reminder there are more on my wattpad, I just didn’t want to flood all of them on here especially because some of them are pretty old (like 2017 so just old to me maybe lol). if you do want to read them the link to my wattpad is on my page! warnings: language, potential no way home spoilers (basically my interpretations based on the trailers), lot of back and forth between memories/current, overkill on the vine and tiktok references I’m not sorry pairing: peter parker x reader (but mostly spider-man x reader tbh) word count: 7k summary: spider-man landed on your balcony once and the rest is history (said every peter fic ever)

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"Peter Parker is Spider-Man."

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your tote bag as you stared up at the screens in Times Square.

Peter Parker. It must've been a yearbook picture or something they used, because it wasn't a candid. He was smiling at the camera, and it almost looked a little forced. Your eyes focused on the bottom half of his face before moving to his nose, his curly brown hair, and finally his eyes.

Shit.

It could've been a lie. It could have been an awful prank, or misinformation, but you knew as soon as you saw this boy's face that he was your Spider-Man.

The realization hit you like a brick, and you suddenly wished you hadn't seen it. Because this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to find out when he was ready to tell you. You were supposed to do it on your own time, not like this.

You didn't stop to stare long, no matter how much you wanted to. This was a moment you had thought about ever since Spider-Man first landed on your balcony, ever since you first patched him up, ever since you became friends. Ever since he kissed you.

But this wasn't fair to him. Or you, but you couldn't think about yourself right now. Peter was probably losing his mind about his identity being revealed.

Peter.

You had to force yourself to focus on getting home, not getting lost in the idea of finally having a name for the boy you had been in love with for months. Even if it was perfect. And he was perfect. And better looking than you could have imagined.

Nope. You had to get home.

Spider-Man landed on your balcony for no apparent reason in the middle of a snow storm in December. You remember seeing a red and blue figure suddenly appear on your railing, and feeling the slight shudder as it happened.

It was freezing outside. What the hell was a superhero doing on your balcony this time of night?

He whipped around before you had the window fully open. "Uh, hello! Sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't," you glanced at the way he was curled up into himself, his arms tucked underneath his armpits and his knees to his chest. "I was reading. Our heater is having issues and I don't think I could sleep until it comes back on."

"My heater broke, too," he admitted, and you laughed. You figured he was making some kind of joke, but then you paused.

"Wait, does that thing have a heater? That is so awesome!"

"Well, it would've been more awesome if it worked," he visibly shuddered, and you suddenly felt bad.

"Hey, I made some hot chocolate earlier," you said almost shyly, "Do...do you want to come inside and warm up for a little?"

"I-" he paused, "I mean, are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course. You've saved my life before, this is a really minuscule way to say thank you."

"I have?" He perked up, and you waved him inside before answering.

You told him how he saved you while you got a towel and a hot cup for him before sneaking back to your room.

"I was in a bank robbery," you almost shuddered at the memory as you passed him a cup of the hot chocolate. It was hard not to laugh at the image in front of you - Spider-Man sitting on your fluffy rug, a towel around him, holding a cup. Not how you imagined your night to go.

"You came in before the bankers really had a plan set. Everything went crazy, and they started shooting, and it became a panic."

"And I pulled you out of the bank first," he finished, and you looked up at him in surprise. "I remember...you tried to argue with me about your friend. You told me I was stupid for pulling you out first."

"Well, I couldn't abandon her," you tried to justify your actions, but you knew that it had been a stupid move. "But you were right, and I'm sorry I called you stupid. And you managed to save us both anyway, so I guess I was just frantic."

"Well, you were in the middle of a robbery with guns," he said softly, "It's bound to make anyone freak out."

You smiled a little, "Not you, though."

"Oh, I freak out all the time. Usually just after the fact."

You snorted, "Fair. Either way, thank you. I might not be here if it wasn't for you."

"Of course. It's my job."

"No, it's not your job. You do it because you're a good person. So seriously, thank you."

"Well...you're welcome." He finally moved his hands to lift his mask, and you didn't look at him as he did so. You weren't sure if he meant to have you catch a glimpse at the bottom half of his face, so you waited to see if he would say anything about it.

"This...is the best hot chocolate I've ever had."

You smiled widely, "Really? I tried a new recipe. Mexican hot chocolate, my cousins suggested it."

"I wish they sold this in stores," he took another drink. "This is perfect."

"Well, come back for some whenever you want," you said before thinking, and then scrambled to keep talking, "I mean, if you want to. I'll probably make it every day just to get through the winter. It's been unusually cold."

"I...I might take you up on that," you couldn't help but grin at his agreement, even if he did sound hesitant.

And he did.

You threw your bag on your bed, holding your phone in your hands and feeling tempted to throw it out the window.

Texts were flooding in. Of course they were - all everyone talked about was the heroes of New York. Spider-Man's identity being revealed was probably the biggest thing to happen since the alien invasion.

You forced yourself to read the messages, trying not to feel ill.

akira : there's no way in hell spider-man killed someone. i refuse to believe it. this is why i hate the media 😤

charlotte: idk...i mean they literally showed the footage...😃

akira: nah. i don't buy it. anyway, spider-man is hella hot 👀💀

mihika: AKIRA! HE MURDERED SOMEONE! HE CAN'T BE HOT! 🧍🏽‍♀️

akira: come on. spider-man saved y/n and i, remember? why would he just randomly kill this dude who we never heard of. you guys are whack. speaking of y/n, what are your thoughts on this babes?

You almost locked your phone, not having the stomach to reply right now. People thought Spider-Man killed someone? You didn't see that on the billboards, probably because you weren't paying attention until they showed his identity.

Now you had to look it up. Seeing Spider-Man's face, his actual face, made you heart skip a beat as you tried to find a genuine article on what happened.

None of this made sense. You could see it clearly in the video - Spider-Man ordering a drone strike. But you knew Spider-Man, maybe better than most people. He would never, ever do this.

So you sent a reply to your friends saying you agreed with Akira but didn't think there was any point in talking about it further, then got up and opened your window. It would be wishful thinking to think your boyfriend would show up today, but maybe he could.

Although, he was likely already taken into custody for a crime you know he didn't do. You looked at your phone again, an article with Peter Parker's face still up.

It didn't matter anymore that you shouldn't know his identity. You smiled a little at the photo, knowing it didn't change anything. You were still very much in love with him, and knowing what he looked like and what his name was made that more certain for you.

You hoped that this issue would be dealt with soon, so you could see him again and reassure him that none of your feelings changed. You knew he didn't do what they were accusing him of.

Peter...you finally had a name for him. You couldn't wait to be able to call him that.

You left your window open. Just in case.

"So, can I have a hint at least?"

Spider-Man huffed, and you could guess he was giving you a look underneath his mask. "No."

"Come on," you teased a little, putting down an Uno card while you spoke, "I'm not asking for your name or like, your social security number. Just a little tidbit of information."

"Y/N," he said warningly, before smacking down a +4 card. You rolled your eyes and muttered a curse before picking up four cards. "Information of any kind is dangerous."

"Well, I think we've ruled out that I know you in real life. That or you're an incredible actor, which I think you aren't. I can always tell when you're bluffing and I can't even see your face, so. What would be the harm?"

Spider-Man was silent for a while as you both continued, and you dropped it. He had been coming to see you for months now, long after you stopped making hot chocolate. You were sure he knew you were only ever teasing, but sometimes you worried you would push him too far and he'd decide he didn't want to put up with it anymore and just not come back.

You really didn't want that. You were thinking of a way to apologize and maybe crack a joke that would get him to relax again, but he spoke first.

"How about this. I'll tell you something about me whenever you want to ask, but you have to tell me something you've never told me before in exchange."

Well, that was a great offer. You wanted to know more about him since the day he landed on your balcony, but the problem was...

"I'm an open book," you complained, "I tell you everything. How am I supposed to come up with something?"

Spider-Man chuckled, and you found yourself wishing you could hear him laugh forever. You were constantly teetering on the edge of whether or not you had a little crush on him, and you were pretty sure that if he kept laughing at your dumb jokes, you were going to definitely fall over the edge for him sooner rather than later.

"My favorite color is blue," he said in response, putting down a blue five as if to emphasize the point. "Your turn."

You put your card down, trying to think of something. Well, you weren't sure if this counted, but you definitely hadn't told him this before. "Um...I picture you having brown eyes."

Spider-Man seemed to pause a second too long before putting his card down. "Really?"

"Yep," you felt your face warm up, "Warm brown. Like, in the sunlight, they almost turn golden."

He was quiet for a minute before putting his next card down. "Well, you're wrong, sorry. They're green."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. Like you said, you always knew when he was bluffing. "Well, guess I get an F in the chat, then."

Spider-Man chuckled, "No biggie. There's like, only four eye colors, I think. Easy to guess wrong. You had a 75% chance of failure."

"Is that how math works?"

"How would I know. I totally definitely suck at math."

Your eyes focused on the uno deck sitting on your desk, almost wishing you could go back to that moment. While it was before Spider-Man and you were more than friends, and before you knew who he was...at least his identity was a secret. At least people didn't harass him constantly for something you knew he didn't do.

Plus, you hadn't seen him in person in two weeks now. You assumed he was in for questioning, but you hoped he was okay. Even though you knew who he was, you knew better than to stomp up to his school and demand to ask why he hadn't come to talk to you. If he only knew you as Spider-Man, no one else probably knew who you were.

You remembered watching the news when they let him go back to school. You were certain you had never run into him as Peter before - he was completely unrecognizable or familiar, except when you focused on the bottom half of his face. You could definitely imagine him with the smile he usually wore when you were lucky enough to see him with his mask halfway up.

He was never smiling in the footage they showed.

You hated it. You hated so much that he was being harassed by the media and protestors demanding he be thrown in jail. No details about the case against him had been shared with the public yet - it was clearly more of an international issue.

You just wanted to be able to help him. You wished you could see him to even just be there for him, since you knew this issue was beyond your ability to fix.

Once the press and government laid off him, you were sure he was going to come see you.

"Hey."

You let out a scream, making Spider-Man also jump, nearly launching the bag in his hands. It would've been funny if he hadn't crawled through your window with minimal noise and jump scared you.

"Jesus, what the hell! I told you I was watching a scary movie," you complained as he laughed.

"Coulda dropped my croissant," Spider-Man muttered, and you shot him a dirty look, turning back to your computer and shutting it.

"How dare you make a vine reference after that, I feel like my soul just ascended," you put a hand on your chest dramatically, "So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you've killed me?"

"Well, I can make it up with snacks," he held up the bag he almost dropped, and you cracked.

"Only if they're from Mah-Ze-Dahr."

"Of course," Spidey sounded offended as he handed you the bag. "I know you too well."

You grinned and pulled out a cinnamon roll before handing the bag back, "Tell me a fact."

Spider-Man lifted his mask up just to above his nose, the most you've ever seen of his face. It took him a while to even do that, but even he couldn't resist your pumpkin bread when you made some last fall. He grabbed a brioche donut from the bag before setting it on your desk.

"Um...my best friend and I built a lego death star in less than three days. Three school days, actually."

"I can't believe it," you said in fake shock, "Spider-Man, a secret nerd? New York will never recover from this. I'm shook. Shooken. Shaked."

"Okay, okay, stop butchering the English language," Spider-Man protested, his face turning red much to your delight. "It's your turn."

"I've never seen Star Wars."

Spider-Man choked on his donut, "What? No, that's a crime. Totally illegal, actually. Sorry to do this Y/N but I have to take you in."

"Can I get a phone call at least? I know someone who would bail me out."

"Nope, this is way too high of a crime. Bail is like a million dollars."

"Okay, but to be fair, the movies came out like. Forty years ago or something."

"Y/N," Spider-Man frowned, "There were ones that came out last year. You didn't even see those?"

You shrugged, "Just...never got the chance?"

Spider-Man was shaking his head, "I can't believe you've done this. You understand now that we have to watch them, right? I'll bring my copies. Like, right now. I'll go get them."

You tried to hide the small smile rising on your lips. "Okay, sure."

"I don't even have to convince you? That was easy."

"Well, if you want to, go ahead. I'd love to hear your arguments." Spider-Man stared at you, and you assumed he was giving you a dirty look. "Okay, no, you don't have to. I'd like to watch them, especially if you like them."

Really, you were grasping onto any chance to get to know him better. Based on how passionate he seemed about these movies, you definitely wanted to watch them with him.

The familiar knock made you sit up straight and whip around, feeling your heart leap up to your throat when you saw Spider-Man perched on the balcony. You were quick to go open the window.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, but you opened your arms and he was already hugging you. You managed to pull him into your room, not bothering to shut the window considering he wasn't letting you go anytime soon - not that you minded in the slightest.

You missed him so much.

It was a while before he finally let you go, but you didn't let him go very far. You cupped his cheeks, giving him a reassuring smile before he could say anything about the identity situation. You didn't need words to convey to him that you were okay.

"Y/N," Spider-Man whispered, and you felt some kind of relief at the sound of his voice after so long.

"Peter."

He visibly relaxed when you said his name, and you realized it was the first time you were able to say it out loud. It was almost thrilling, even if you hated how you found out. His masked eyes shut as you held his face, smiling at him softly.

"This wasn't what I wanted it to be like," he said, his gloved hands moving down your shoulders to lightly hold your arms. "Is...are you...does this change anything?"

You moved his chin up so he could look at you, before hesitantly moving your fingers down to his neck. He didn't protest as you felt for the ends of his mask, going slowly enough for him to stop you if you wanted.

Once you pulled his mask off, you knew already that seeing him on a screen didn't do him justice. His eyes were warmer in person, and you felt like you could finally see him. You let your thumb move over his freckled cheeks, almost smiling at the way his eyebrows got messed up from the mask, but you couldn't move your eyes away from his.

"I knew you had brown eyes, you liar," you broke the silence, and his lips spread into a beautiful smile. You'd seen him smile a hundred times, but seeing it reach his eyes was so much better.

"And no, Peter. This doesn't change anything, not for me," you reassured him, and he shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. "I told you it wouldn't."

"Hearing you say my real name...almost makes this all worth it."

"I can't tell you how happy I am that I know it," you smiled as he looked up at you, not sure how you'll get used to seeing his real eyes light up.

"Really?"

"I'm not happy about the circumstances, but I am happy to know you," you smiled weakly, "I can't believe they're accusing you of something like this. After all the years you've dedicated to saving people."

"I don't know if...I'm not sure how to go about this," he sighed, "They're watching me like a hawk. I'm lucky I didn't get followed here."

"You sure you didn't?"

"Karen has been keeping me updated on any kind of police activity and surveillance on me. Trust me, that's why it took so long for me to come see you. I wanted to see you the second they let me out, but..."

"It's okay," you promised, not able to look away from him if you wanted to. "I mean, you've been in Europe for so long before this even happened, so it's definitely been a while. But totally worth the wait."

"So long," he agreed, his eyes searching your face before lifting his hand to hold your face, "I've really, really missed you."

"Me too."

"I know it's been a while and a lot of insane things just happened," his eyes flickered to your lips as his thumb brushed against your cheek, "But...can-is it okay if I-?"

"Yes," you interrupted him, lifting up to press your lips to his. He held you closer, and you could feel the tense air seem to disappear as you finally kissed him.

"God, I missed you so much," he whispered when he pulled away, his voice sounding like it was on the verge of cracking. "This month has been hell."

"I know, sweetheart," you kissed his forehead, "Let's talk about it. If you want to."

"I do."

"When I became Spider-Man, I woke up with abs, which was almost more concerning than the powers that came with them."

You couldn't stop from laughing, eventually shoving your pretzels to the side so you couldn't choke on them if he decided to tell you another stupid piece of information. Spider-Man grabbed the bowl for himself, but you didn't mind.

"Your turn. And you better make it a good one, because that was some juicy information," Spider-Man chuckled, and you forced one in return, remembering what you wanted to say.

You had been building up the courage to tell him how you felt. It was hard to tell if he returned the feelings, considering his face couldn't give him away, but you were at the point where you figured you'd combust if you didn't tell him.

And hey, if it went bad, at least you didn't know who he was. You could probably avoid him forever.

"Um..." you took a breath, not letting yourself chicken out. Better now than never. "I...I have feelings for someone."

Spider-Man froze, his gloved hand stopping half-way to his mouth. "Oh?"

"Mhm," you didn't continue, and Spider-Man didn't bother eating any more. He let his hand drop and you tried not to stare too obviously at his lips as they turned downward, frowning.

"Who?" He asked quietly, and you grasped onto the almost jealous tone in his voice, hoping you weren't just imagining it.

"Well, you have to tell me a fact first. That's the rule."

He shifted a little, crossing his arms. "I...also have feelings for someone."

You stared at him, though he wasn't looking at you anymore. His gaze seemed to be focused on his hands.

"I never know what to do when I'm around her," he continued, and finally brought his masked eyes up to meet yours. "She's smart, and funny, and never lets me forget how many times she's beaten my ass at Uno."

"Uno, huh?" You asked weakly, and Spider-Man cracked a smile.

"She makes me nervous, but in a good way," he kept going. "I always want to be around her. I think about her all the time. I think about what I say before I speak so I could come off as smarter than I actually am, because I want her to think I am. I say stupid jokes because the sound of her laugh is my favorite thing in the world. I want it to be a song so I can listen to it every day. I think she's the most beautiful girl in the world. And I don't think I deserve her."

"Is her favorite bakery Mah-Ze-Dahr?"

"Yep," he said shortly, and you could tell he was nervous. But you felt like you just won the lottery.

"And she makes Mexican hot chocolate during the holidays?"

"Yeah. The very best."

You were grinning as you leaned toward him, wishing more than anything that you could see his expression. But the bottom half of his face was enough for now.

"Well, I'm pretty sure she probably feels the same."

"Yeah?" He prompted, sitting up and leaning toward you slightly, "How sure are you?"

"Like, 100% sure."

"Okay. Well, you still haven't answered my question. Who do you have feelings for?"

You didn't want to make it easy for him, but you were pretty sure if you didn't admit it already, you were going to combust. "You."

His wide smile made the nerves go away, and he was reaching for you before you could say anything else. "Oh, good. You had me scared for a second."

"Psh, as if it could be anyone else," your eyes moved to his lips as he brought his gloved hands up to your face. "It's kind of always been you."

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

"Never been so sure of anything."

"Then I can kiss you?"

"Well I've been waiting very patiently, so uh, yes please."

That cliche about fireworks erupting and butterflies doing jumping jacks in your stomach the first time you kissed someone you really liked was stupid, in your opinion. But when Spider-Man kissed you, carefully as if to make sure you had time to shove him away if you wanted, you knew that maybe that cliche had some truth to it.

Your hands moved on their own to hold the back of his neck, your body shifting upward to get a better angle as your lips moved against his. He was soft, and sweet, and you didn't ever picture kissing someone like this to be so amazing. His free hand moved to your waist and pulled you even closer.

You didn't want it to end, but after a minute you both had to pull away to breathe and process what just happened. Spider-Man had been a constant in your life for months, but you didn't think you'd get so lucky to have him return your feelings. But based on at least the bottom half of his face that you could see, he definitely felt the same.

"That was nice," he finally said, and you cracked a grin. "We could've been doing that this whole time."

"Yeah, well if someone dropped that beautiful confession earlier, maybe we could've."

"Glad my romantic rant worked on you," he grinned, and you laughed as you rested your head against his chest, not able to keep the stupid smile off your face.

"If that whole romantic rant wasn't about me, I would have actually kicked you out," you said, and his chest moved as he chuckled.

"And I would've deserved it," you felt his lips press against your head, and you felt like you were melting. "I...I know I can't be totally honest with you, and you can't know me completely. But I feel like you know me despite the mask, and you never really push me to tell you who I am. I love that. I love that you can trust me and be normal with me despite the whole superhero thing. I love who I am with you."

"I love who you are with me, too," you lifted your face up to look at him, "I love you."

His wide smile confirmed that he felt the same, but he said it out loud anyway.

"I love you too."

"Tell me a fact," you said out of habit.

A few weeks after the unexpected identity reveal, and nothing had really calmed down. Peter was still sneaking in to see you, and not as often as he used to. But every moment was completely worth it, and your feelings were somehow even stronger knowing who was behind your Spider-Man's mask.

"I don't have anything to hide anymore, sweetheart," Peter chuckled, and the sound of that nickname without a mask to cover it made your heart skip a beat. "You can ask me anything."

"Yeah, but I like doing it it this way," you grinned, "Besides, I'm sure I still have some things I could tell you about me."

"Okay, fine," he agreed, shifting slightly so he could look down at you. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his lips lifting slightly.

"I hope you never stop looking at me like that," he admitted, which made you smile more.

"I won't. I don't think I'll ever get used to being able to see your face," you leaned up to give him a quick kiss, "And being able to do that whenever I want."

He didn't let you escape so easily, his hand moving to the back of your head to keep you in place while he kissed you more.

"I hope you don't get used to it," he mumbled against your lips, and you couldn't help but laugh through the kiss. It might have been a few minutes before you fully pulled away.

"Your turn," he said breathlessly, and you chuckled.

"I want to meet your family," you said softly, and his eyes lit up, "I know with the whole identity thing going on right now it's...not really possible. But I'd love to meet your aunt. And your friends."

"I'd love for you to meet them. May would love you. So would Ned and MJ. I think you and MJ might get along too well, actually. She already wants to meet you."

"She knows about me?" You asked, maybe a little too hopefully.

"Of course, they all know about you," he scoffed, "I mean, they didn't always know. I told them when this whole thing happened. They were pretty upset I kept you a secret."

"Well, you don't have to anymore," you ran your fingers through his hair, and he shut his eyes, "I mean, of course...I guess right now wouldn't be a good idea. If anyone saw us together it probably would spark another newspaper headline about how your spider powers help you seduce women. They're getting really creative."

"Right," he didn't laugh like you thought he would, which made you frown.

"You okay?" You asked softly, even though you knew it was kind of a stupid question. Of course he wasn't okay right now.

"You're...the only secret I still have," Peter said quietly. "My whole life is being dissected every day, I get questioned at school, all everyone wants to talk about is me being Spider-Man. If people knew you existed, what you meant to me - it would ruin everything. Then you'd start getting questioned, and I don't want that for you."

"Well..." you trailed off, not sure how to reassure him that everything would be okay, because you weren't even sure if it would be. "That's kind of just the way it has to be, right? I want to be with you. That's something I can deal with when it comes to that point."

"I don't want you to have to deal with it."

"I wish I could fix this for you. I hate knowing you go through all of that."

Peter sat up suddenly, making you drop your hand from his hair. "Y/N, that's the problem. It's not me - I knew what might happen if my identity got exposed. I thought about it all the time, but I became careless, and I didn't think about it when I met you. You don't deserve for me to sneak around to see you. You should be with someone who can show you off, who can actually be there for you."

"Hey-" you started to protest, not liking the direction this conversation was going, but he was already on his feet and sliding the suit on.

"I need to go figure some things out. I think I might be gone for a little while, it's too risky coming here so often. I'm sorry."

"Peter," you tried, "Please don't leave. You haven't even let me talk about how I feel about what you just said."

"Because you'll try to change my mind," his eyes were pleading as he looked at you, "I need some time to think about this. I need to talk to someone who would understand."

You knew immediately who he wanted to talk to. Tony Stark. He also had his identity as Iron Man announced to the public (albeit he chose to tell everyone, unlike Peter), but at least he would have understood the consequences. Not for the first time, you wished he was still around to help Peter through this.

And you weren't the person who would understand.

"Okay," you finally agreed, "But you aren't allowed to break up with me. It's illegal."

He cracked a small smile, "Yes, it's very illegal. Much jail time. And just so you know, that wasn't what I meant. I'm not stupid enough to break up with you."

"Then no more talk about not deserving me or wanting me to be with some rando that can 'show me off'," you narrowed your eyes at him, "I want you. I don't care what baggage comes with it. You know that, right?"

He visibly softened, coming back over to your and cupping your face. "I love you."

"Love you more," you smiled, closing your eyes when he kissed your forehead. He was gone when you opened them again.

"I want to try something."

You looked up at your boyfriend (you couldn't believe you were lucky enough to be able to call him that). "Okay?"

"Close your eyes," he prompted, and you gave him a funny look. "Trust me. And keep them closed, okay?"

You definitely trusted him, so you shut your eyes and sat up a little straighter on your bed. Your eyebrows knit as you heard a rustling sound, and then felt the bed dip as Spider-Man got on it across from you. Then he took your hand.

You breath caught as you realized you could feel his skin, and not the usual rubbery glove feeling when he held your hand. He brought it up, and you almost stiffened as he placed your palm against his cheek. His bare cheek.

He wasn't wearing his suit.

You pressed your lips together, almost having to squeeze your eyes shut so you wouldn't open them no matter how much you wanted to. His breathing hitched a little as you moved your hand up to his hair, surprised by how much of it there was.

"You...have curls," you couldn't help but smile, your fingers moving through his hair. You almost thought he was pressing into your hand, so you didn't stop.

"I do."

His voice sounded softer without the mask, less muffled. It really was taking everything in you not to open your eyes. You let your hand move back down his face again, cupping his cheek. Your other hand moved around blindly until his fingers caught yours. Of course he knew what you were looking for.

You smiled as you intertwined your fingers, and you could feel him shaking a little. The fact that he was trusting you so much made your heart want to burst out of your chest.

"I wish I could see you," you whispered, and he sighed through his nose, his fingers tightening around yours.

"Me too. I would break every rule right now if I could." You wished you could hear his regular voice like this more often.

"Well, you're the rule-maker, so you could also be the rule-breaker," you chuckled, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes.

"You'd be worth it," his words made butterflies start breakdancing in your stomach, but you ignored them, "I think some Avengers would come kick my butt if anyone else found out about my identity, though."

"Fair enough. One day."

"One day," he agreed, and you felt him shift slightly, and then felt his hand on your cheek, "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask anymore."

"Just want to make sure."

It was different this time, and it made you crave for the day you could finally do this knowing who he really was. At least now, your hands could actually feel him instead of his suit. Your fingers could thread through his hair as he moved his lips against yours. His hands were warm as they cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

He didn't put the mask back on for a while. You were still riding off the high of knowing how much he trusted you, so you weren't going to complain at all about the difficulty of having to keep your eyes closed this long. So instead you laid on your bed with him while he talked to you, thrilled at the fact that you could actually touch him now without the barrier of a suit.

"Tell me a fact," you said after a while, your eyes still shut as you left your hand come up and play with his hair. You couldn't get enough of it.

"I wish now more than ever that I could tell you who I was," he whispered, and it was so hard not to open your eyes. "I wish we could be like this all the time. I wish I didn't screw up how we met - I wish I met you as the real me, and won you over without the mask. I don't know if I could've, though."

"You definitely could've," your voice felt weak after that confession, "I didn't fall in love with a mask. I fell in love with your personality, your stupid jokes, the way you suck at Uno. I fell in love with the real you, and I would've done the same if I met you without the mask. I know it."

You felt him sigh, his arms tightening around you, "Your turn."

"It's getting hard to think of things I haven't told you. Uh...I've never left the country?"

"Hm," Spidey hummed, "I'm actually going to be going to Europe in a month."

"Wait, really?" You luckily didn't open your eyes, but it was hard not to, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just a school trip. Something about wanting us to have fun and be normal since the whole snap thing. It won't be that long, anyway. Like, a couple weeks max."

"Are you gonna bring me a souvenir?" You joked, and he laughed.

"Of course. To make up for all the time I won't be able to spend with you."

"Simp," you whispered, and he chuckled again, "I'll miss you too."

"Wish you could come with me," he pressed a kiss to your neck, making your chest warm, "Especially since you've apparently never left the country before. Also, you've told me that already, so you still owe me another one."

"Wait, I did?"

"Yep. When we first met. I remember very clearly."

"I think you're lying just so I'll say something else."

"Nah, Spider-Man can't lie. It's illegal."

"Well I'm not telling you anything else."

"Fine. Keep your secrets."

Peter came back a week later.

"I'm going to ask Dr. Strange to make it so everyone forgets who Spider-Man is."

"Dr. Strange?" You couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips, "Is that a real name?"

"I have no idea," Peter chuckled with you, but then he scrunched his eyebrows and looked serious again.

"So...this guy with the weird name would have the ability to do that?"

"I think so," he frowned more, "He's the only person I can think of, at least. And...it would just be easier if everyone forgets. I could start back from square one."

"You don't need worry lines," you sighed, reaching a hand up and smoothing his out with your thumb, "You're, like, seventeen."

"And a superhero that was put on a watch list," he countered, catching your wrist with his hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. "But you're right. That's why I'm going to fix this. It'll make everything easier."

"Then...won't I also forget?" You couldn't held the sad tone creeping into your voice, and Peter's expression didn't reassure you. "Oh."

"That wasn't how I wanted you to find out. I did want you to find out, I promise - just...not like that. And I will tell you, the right way. Especially now that I know you'll like the real me."

"I already liked the real you, dork," you sniffed, "Just because I didn't have a name or face doesn't mean I didn't like the real you."

"I know," he smiled, and you felt your heart clench at the idea that you wouldn't know what it was like to see his smiles reach his eyes anymore.

"When will you tell me, then?"

"I don't know," he squeezed your hand, his eyes meeting yours. "I will, though. I promise. I've gotten way too used to you knowing me completely for me to want to go back to having to lie to you."

"It didn't bother me that much," you shrugged, "I mean, knowing that I was right about the brown eyes was definitely the peak part of this whole thing."

He chuckled, "I already miss this. Yeah, I'll have to tell you sooner rather than later."

"Well...you're going to figure it out either way. It's not like I'll remember you promising me you'll tell me," you joked, but Peter's eyes got a little sad. "But don't worry. Just know that no matter how long it takes, I'll be happy with who you are."

"I'll probably go to Strange tomorrow, then."

"Good," you forced a smile, hoping he didn't notice, "I hope it works out how you want it to, Pete."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you tried to ignore the weird feeling that told you it might be the last time he did that for a while.

"Me too."

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #spider-man x reader #spider-man fic #spiderman x reader #peterpparkerwrites masterlist #my writing

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folkgirlhero · 2 years ago

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The Unbecoming of Elias Bouchard (M, ao3)

After about 1,000,000 years (10 months), my Michael/OGElias fic is finished! Hooray! Enormous shoutout to @blindbeta for doing a sensitivity read (and more, tbh) for me! Check it out here

Excerpt (from Chapter 4):

Some days it was like this:

“You’re too old to sit like that now, surely.” Michael commented, dropping two tote bags of groceries on the kitchen island and shaking off his coat.

Elias grinned where he was sat at the dining room table, chair turned the wrong way ‘round, chin resting on the chair back. “Counterculture ‘til I die, baby.”

Michael laughed and leaned over Elias where he was now frowning at his Perkins Brailler, trying to remember what his teacher had said about telling the difference between “i” and “e”.

“And how goes the memoir?” Michael teased. Really, tell the man you feel like Hemingway on the machine one time…

“It will be earth-shattering, so long as I can learn to spell my name right. Check for me?”

And Michael did, and then started chopping vegetables for their dinner and Elias turned on the record player and went back to clacking away with his tongue between his lips in concentration. The quiet between them was comfortable as a warm quilt, patchworked with the worn scraps of who they were before, and when Michael walked by Elias to go to the pantry, he trailed a hand over his shoulder and Elias leaned into it, easy as anything.

Elias dug his socked toes into the carpet and inhaled the smell of onion and garlic sauteing in a pan and the soft sound of Michael singing to himself and it was perfect.

Then, other days were like this:

The sounds of Michael pacing his bedroom, rambling to himself, his manic bursts of laughter. Elias knew better than to go in and try to talk to him—these dark moods were just another part of their life now. Sometimes Michael was still his ray of sunshine, bright and eager to please and then a switch would flip and his laugh would turn mocking, or he would have a short burst of meanness, like a raincloud passing by, there and then gone. It was a small price to pay to get Michael back, to be allowed to keep him. But that didn’t make it any easier.

There was a crash that suggested broken glass and Elias huffed out a sigh and flipped to his other side, resisting the childish urge to stuff a pillow over his head. Michael—the old Michael—would have been much better at this than Elias was, if their positions were reversed. Michael had been much better; how many times had he held and soothed away Elias’s frantic energy?

It’s just. They weren’t—well, Elias wasn’t sure what they were and weren’t, exactly. They certainly weren’t in a relationship, at least not the kind they had been in when they were in their 20s. Elias would say “roommates,” if the thought wasn’t so depressing he wanted to fling himself off the roof, but, honestly, that wasn’t quite right either.

It felt like living with a total stranger, in many ways, except the total stranger knew a handful of the most important things about you and also you were still, inconveniently, in love with him. Also he was a little bit of a monster.

An enormous thud let Elias know that Michael had flipped over the guest bed again. He should really get up and go to him.

Instead, he groped around the bedside table for his earplugs. For all his growth, he was still a coward.

[don't worry, this has a happy ending :))]

#my fic #tma fic #michael shelley #michael distortion #og elias #ogelias/michael

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ivysimagines · 3 years ago

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sparklers and kisses - jj maybank

hey babes.

so, here's the first scenario/imagine.

this is my favorite bedtime scenario tbh HAHAH.

also, i don't like fourth of july.

it's a stupid holiday created for the "founding fathers" (spoiler alert: they didn't find shit).

i'm simply using it for the setting since new year's would be way too cold in north carolina.

anyways, onto the scenario!!

(TW: teen drinking, talk about an abusive father, talk about drugs, and a happy couple </33)

Pronouns/terms used: fem terms used.

fem clothing.

FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF.

(thoughts will be in italics and bold)

It's Fourth of July.

For some that means fireworks, grilling, spending time with family, and playing games.

However, for me and my friends Fourth of July means getting shitfaced drunk, the wildest kegger of the year, and (hopefully) getting laid.

I'm sitting on my bathroom counter with my legs crossed and getting ready.

I hear my phone vibrate on my dresser in my bedroom.

I get up off of the bathroom counter and walk out.

I grab my phone, nearly dropping it.

I click on the text and smile whenever I read it, it's from JJ.

'hey loser, you ready for tn?’

I quickly responded with ‘yessss :)’ and opened Spotify.

I clicked on my favorite playlist titled ‘getting ready and feeling hot asf’.

Thanks Kiara for the name idea.

My phone automatically connected to my speakers and ‘More than a Woman’ started playing.

I went back to my bathroom counter and got on top.

I continued doing my mascara.

*a few minutes have passed*

I hop off of my bathroom counter quickly and walk into my bedroom.

I take off my black sweats, wife beater, and underwear and throw them into my dirty clothes hamper.

I put on my bright blue bathing suit bottoms and a white bikini top.

I walk over to my body mirror and check myself out.

I smile and slightly giggle.

God motherfucking damn I’m hot.

JJ is lucky as hell.

I put on some old light-washed jean shorts then one of JJ’s red sleeveless t-shirts.

I put on my beach sandals that show the fresh white nail polish on my toes.

(A.N. i hate the word toes. It’s so gross HAHAH)

Thank god I painted my nails last night.

I walk over to my desk chair and pull my tote bag off the chair.

I throw some Sun Bum sunscreen (both facial and body ofc), some pink tinted chapstick, my sunglasses, a camera, a white hair clip, my wallet with some cash, and an old empty Altoids container filled with blunts i rolled last night and my orange lighter.

I prefer getting high ovcr vaping.

If I’m gonna ruin my lungs why not make it fun?

(A.N. i’m not shaming anyone who gets high/vapes. I do both and that is just something i say often that i think is funny).

I grab my phone and turn off my music.

I slide my phone in my back pocket then quickly change out some of my jewelry so it matches my outfit.

I grab my tote bag and put it on my elbow.

I spray some of my body spray on me and the tote bag.

I run my fingers through my hair and give myself one last look in the mirror.

I smile as my hair settles on my shoulders.

I grab my car keys off my ring holder and head out of my bedroom.

I run down the stairs and say goodbye to my dad who is sitting on the couch and watching baseball.

*fast forward 12 minutes*

I park in front of John B’s house.

I pull my key out of the ignition and get out.

I lock my car and start walking to the porch.

“JBBBB!” I yell as I walk up.

JB’s the nickname I gave John B when we were in 4th grade.

He only lets me call him JB and hates it when the guys do.

(A.N. pretend pope doesn’t call him JB LMAOOO)

“Kitchen!” he yells.

I walk through the porch and into his house.

“You have got to clean this house. It looks like a pig sty in here”

“I’ll.. get to it”

“I will literally help you for free. That’s how shitty this place looks, JB”

He rolls his eyes and continues putting beers in the red cooler with ice.

“Can you actually do something useful and put beers in the other cooler”

I smile at him and nod. I grab a pack of beers from the counter and open it.

I throw them into the cooler.

“Easy, easyyyy”

I inhale deeply and begin placing them softly in the cooler.

“Better, dickhead?”

“Yes, thank you”

*a few minutes pass and the four coolers are all filled*

“Okay, so. We just need to put these in the van, get the kegs, and take them to the Boneyard. Gavin said he would bring the fireworks and everything like that. I assume weed and shit will magically appear as people arrive”

I laugh a little.

“How about we put the coolers in your van and the kegs in my car?”

He places his hands on his hips and nods.

“The speakers, cups, keg pump, and whatever the fuck else we need”

I nod and look at the time on my phone.

“It’s 7:30. We’ve got about 50 minutes before the sun starts setting. We should probably head there before it gets dark.”

He nods and we grab the coolers.

We walk to his van and put them inside.

“We also need to pick up Pope and JJ. I only have one seat so I’ll get Pope, you can get JJ?”

I nod and we continue putting the coolers and kegs in our cars.

*a few minutes pass*

I lean against my car and John B walks over.

“Alrighty, ready?”

I nod and check the time.

7:50.

Damn time flies.

“Do you need to lock the house or anything?”

“Nah, i don’t have anything a robber would want”

We both laugh.

He opens one of the coolers and pulls out two cans of beer.

“Want one?”

I shrug and smile.

“Why not”

He throws one to me lightly and I catch it.

I open the beer and take a sip.

The bland taste fills my mouth.

I hate the taste of beer.

Always have.

I only drink it if there’s no other option.

“So, i’ll get Pope, you get JJ, and we’ll meet at the Boneyard to start setting up?”

I nod and he pulls out his keys.

“Alrighty, cya”

I wave with two fingers and turn around.

(A.N. pls say yk what i mean)

I hop in my car and put my beer in the cup holder.

I pull out before John B and head to JJ’s house.

His dad has been oddly calm these past few days.

We both know he’s gonna blow up soon.

Unfortunately we don’t know when exactly that’s gonna be.

I drink my beer and drive to JJ’s.

*5 minutes pass*

I pull up and see JJ working on something outside.

He hears my car and looks over.

He notices it’s me and smiles.

I roll down my window and look at him.

“Hey there, stranger!” i yell.

He walks over with one of the biggest smiles i’ve seen.

I smile at him.

He comes up to my car and looks at me.

“Ready to party?” i ask him.

“Hell yea” he says.

I smile and he kisses me.

I bite my lip a little.

“You all ready to go?”

He looks around and checks his pockets.

He nods and walks around my car.

He opens the door and hops in.

I turn to him and he kisses me again.

“Hey there!” someone yells.

We both turn and look out my window.

Mr. Maybank is walking up with a beer in his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Maybank” i say in a sweet voice.

“Where you kids going so late?”

“Oh, just to hang out at John B’s”

He nods.

“Alrighty, you look nice Y/N”

I shudder a little.

I hate this motherfucker so much.

“Thank you, Mr. Maybank”

“We better get going. John B will be pissed if we miss the first half of the movie” JJ says in attempt to get us out of this.

“Alrighty, you two have fun..but not too much fun”

Asshole.

Why tf do adults always make sexual comments about teenagers relationships?

I nod and smile.

He walks away and I pull out of the driveway.

It’s quiet for the first few minutes.

The only noise is the radio.

“I’m sorry..about him”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault”

He sighs.

“It’s been..nice lately. I was gonna say something but I didn’t wanna ruin that”

“Love, it’s okay. I understand”

He takes my hand and rubs the top of my hand with his thumb.

*a few minutes later*

We finally arrived at the Boneyard.

JB and Pope were already there and getting set up.

The drive was awkward.

Everytime I tried to talk to him about his dad he would just shut it down by asking a stupid question like, “do you have the keg pump?”

Like, of course I do JJ.

JB and I aren’t fucking stupid.

(A.N. ehhh John B is kinda stupid tbh)

We get out of my car and start unloading everything.

*it’s now 9:30 and fireworks are starting to go off*

“Y/N/N, I put pink whitney and some white claws in a cooler that’s in my van for you. It’s unlocked if you want them” John B whispers to me.

I smile and nod.

That’s actually kind of sweet.

I walk to the van and grab out a white claw.

I walk back over to John B and Pope.

“I wish Kie were here” Pope says.

“For the love of god just ask her out” i say.

He rolls his eyes at me.

(A.N. Kie is at a Kook party her parents made her go to)

JJ walks up to me with a sparkler that’s lit.

Oh fucking hell.

He knows i’m scared of those.

“JJ..” i say.

He smiles at me as he walks closer.

I begin backing up and set my white claw on the sand.

“Babe no”

He laughs a little.

He speeds up and i begin walking away.

“JJ, no!” i say with a smile.

I start running on the sand and he follows.

“Babyy, c’mere!” he yells.

I laugh and keep running.

I hear the sparkler die out and slow down.

I turn around and see him running up to me.

We’ve gotten so far from everyone we can barely hear the music.

A lifeguard house is blocking the view of the party.

He walks up to me and sits down on the sand next to me.

He grabs my hand and pulls me down.

I fall down slightly and then lie on the ground next to him.

Our breathing slows down.

“You’re gonna get over your fear of sparklers eventually” he says.

I laugh a little.

“No, i won’t”

The fireworks begin going off and we watch them.

I smile and look over to him.

I see he’s already looking at me with a big smile.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just..gorgeous”

I roll my eyes and smile.

“Shut up”

He laughs a little.

I flip onto my side and put my hand on his face.

I kiss him as the fireworks go off.

He puts his hand on my cheek and i continue kissing him.

I crawl onto him and straddle him.

We keep kissing as the fireworks go off.

He pushes my hair behind my ear and i smile into the kiss.

We continue kissing for the next few minutes and eventually go back to the party.

We spend the night together at John B’s.

Sorry i ended the chapter at a weird time.

I’m rlly tired n js wanna upload somethingggg.

Lmk what y’all think ig

Once again, request things by messaging me.

Thanks for readinggg!

Also ima change my upload schedule to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

BYEEE <33

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starlightxsvt · 4 years ago

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Sunrises || Choi Seungcheol au

Pairing: Seungcheol x Female reader

Genre: apocalypse au, slice of life (?), angst, kinda fluff, some action

Warning: zombies, death and stuffs

"Thank you for saving me that day." You murmur to the male sittig next to you.

Seungcheol, in return says nothing, focusing on peeling the apple in his hand.

It was the third day after he saved you and gave you a place to stay. The man didn't offer his name or any other information - though you figured it out from craved wood that hung on his room's door saying, 'Seungcheol's room' - neither asked yours but you enlightened him with it. He doesn't talk much and doesn't like to be talked much but you kept your mouth open anyway.

It was about two months since the strange virus spread and begun the apocalypse and you were lucky enough to have stumbled upon Seungcheol.

"I really mean it." You whisper. "I'm new in this place. Believe it or not but I moved here literally a few days before the apocalypse started."

You didn't get any response to that either.

"Do you have any family? I don't. My mother died long ago and my father's an addict so I basically ran from him."

More silence.

You take in his features which are too concentrated on peeling the apple. His brows were knit to a frown and he chewed on his lower plump lip.

You swallow, "Who's Sunghoon?" You know you probably shouldn't have asked the question but curiosity got the best of you. You saw the name hanging on one of the rooms which was apparently locked.

He looks up at you, an angry look on his face. "I swear to any higher being up there, if you don't shut your mouth I am going to feed you to the corpses by myself." He stands up murmuring, "This is why I don't like helping people."

You watch his retreating figure walk inside the house and you sigh, leaning against the apple tree and watching the sunset.

A week later

You thanked the heavens everyday for making you stumble upon a guy who's a farmer. Seungcheol had his own produce, a small field of rice and corns and a few apple and lemon trees. It was safe to say these were more than enough in a time like this.

The electricity is unavailable most of the time but it takes some surprise visits every few days for a few hours. That's when you and Seungcheol wash up and store water.

Your days go by rather quickly thanks to the neat system Seungcheol seems to have established. He had things run so smoothly that it was pretty unbelievable the world was going through an apocalypse right now. You help him around the house, cleaning things up, watering the crops and such. He had his own rules - don't waste water or tissues, don't eat too much, don't talk too much. You tried to follow them at your best but you couldn't stop yourself from starting a little conversation more often that which were only met with silence or threats. But so far, Seungcheol was a guy nice enough and you counted your blessings for meeting him.

A few more days later

When you ran from your place you only took your female necessities. Those were dumb things compared to others who ran away with guns and foods.

You sat in the guest room Seungcheol offered you, thinking about what you were gonna do after these necessities were finished.

Suddenly Seungcheol appears knocking on your door before entering. You turn to look at him as he takes a seat. "We'll be heading out tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"There's a super shop a mile away from here. We're going there."

"Why?"

"Why do you think, smartass? We need to stock up on tissue paper and dry foods. I visited there a couple times after the apocalypse started. Apparently the government and NGO's provide foods and stuffs there for the survivors out here."

"Really?Then where are they? We need to find them. They probably built a shelter, we can go live there."

"Do you think it's that simple?"

"Huh?"

Seungcheol sighs. "They are moving in their own pace, okay? The shelters are probably full now with survivors. When their capacity increases they'll let us know. I have a friend who works at the NGO. If he's okay he'll come for me."

"When was the last time you spoke with him?"

"On the day of the breakout."

"I see."

"Prepare yourself for tomorrow. Since you are living in my place, you are coming with me." He stands up to leave.

"I'm not a wuss, you know." You roll your eyes.

"We'll see."

"Yea. And you know, it didn't hurt to speak with me! We could talk more often Mr. Grumpy!" You call after him.

"Shut up."

The next day

"Listen carefully, don't waste anytime. Just grab the things you need and walk into the car." Seungcheol says parking the car in front of the convenience store.

You nod and watch him load his gun and tuck it behind him.

The store is a mess. Broken pieces and bits of metals everywhere. You both walk in and look for the things you came for. Luck seems to be on your side as you find a couple of dry food packets, some toilet papers and some pads -though they are not the best quality, you have to make do with these. You quickly put them on the tote bag you brought with yourself and turned around.

Seungcheol was on the opposite Isle looking through selves for God knows what. You walk out to the front of the store and see and notice taped there.

Food will be supplied here every week along with other necessities. If you are a survivor please hang in there. Once we manage more accommodation, we will come for you. Regarding the infected, our research says they are deaf, so please use that to your advantage.

You turn around to tell Seungcheol about this but instead you meet the eyes of a corpse. It stands there, a mess of blood and gunk as your soul leaves your body.

It approaches you, making garbled sounds and you take back a few steps. From behind him you see Seungcheol approaching will a huge piece of metal rod.

The corpse doesn't turn back to the noises Seungcheol's feet makes while approaching you through the mess, instead it's focus is solely on you, ready to devour. They're really deaf, huh. It opens its mouth ready to chunk a piece of your body when Seungcheol hits him in the head and bangs a couple more times to make sure it's immobile.

"Quick, get in the car. More of them might be around here."

You two dash back to the car, carrying your goods and he starts the car quickly. You look behind to see more of the corpses appearing from around the store. Dusk was approaching soon which meant the corpses will be more alive and ferocious.

The car speeds through the empty road as you clutch onto your tote bag. "Did you know they were deaf?"

"You didn't?" He throws at you. You roll your eyes at him.

"Thanks for saving me again."

"Maybe next time I won't."

Another couple weeks or so later

"I'm going to the supermarket."

"At this hour? It's almost dusk. Are you crazy?"

You watch as Seungcheol puts on the necessary protection on his arms and legs and checks his gun.

"They people from NGO deliver foods during this time since there is no survivors out at this hour. I'm gonna go there and try to meet the delivery guy. Also I need to refill my car."

"Why?"

"To pass a message."

"To your friend who works at the NGO?"

"Yes. I need to let him know that I'm alive. Then he'll come for me."

"What if he's dead?"

Seungcheol says nothing. You forbid him to leaves a few more times but he completely ignores your pleas saying he has to take a chance. Before he is out the door, he hands you his gun. "Keep this with you. Until now, they corpses have never been around here so just stay inside the house and you'll be safe. I don't know if you have your memories after you becoming a corpse but if you see me coming here looking like one of them, shoot me."

What? You swallow as your heart tugs.

"Stop talking like that. You don't need to leave. We've plenty of food. We'll get by. Don't do this Seungcheol."

"Remember what I said." He speaks, ignoring you and turns around.

"Wait." You call, tears pooling in your eyes. "At least take the gun with you. You'll need it more than me. Besides I dont even know how to use it."

Seungcheol looks at you for a beat before taking a gun and giving you a small smile - the first one he ever gave you.

You watch him leave as the sky turn in hues of purple and black.

You spend a restless night, sitting in your room watching the sky and thinking about Seungcheol. You think of how he opened up a bit more in the last few days and the moments you shared.

Sunghoon was my brother. He was in the military. We were outside, celebrating his discharge when the infection spread. The corpses got him while he was trying to save me. I failed him.

I waited for him for a long time, thinking he'd come back. He didn't.

Y/n, if I don't return by dawn don't wait for me.

As the night passed anxiety got the best of you. This is it. I lost him. He's gone. I'll have to survive now, alone.

You were about to have a break down as you saw the first streak of light spread through the sky. You walked to the roof of his farmhouse watching the colors in the sky. You start to accept the fact that you're alone from now on. That is until you see Seungcheol's jeep approaching towards the house.

You held your breath and didn't move your position, waiting to see him come out.

You thought sunsets were pretty until you saw Seungcheol's tired figure getting out of the jeep, his eyes meeting yours and flashing a smile, the brightest one probably, at the crack of dawn.

Sunrises were pretty too. Even prettier perhaps.

A/N: Tbh I wasn't so confident in this one but oh well, here it is. Also thank you for loving my previous work, it really means a lot. As for this one, if it doesn't flop, maybe I'll write a part 2 👀.Anyway thanks again! 💖

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currywaifu · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: angelica flower 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.1k words 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: Cerise 🍡

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kazunari is a regular at the flower shop cafe reader works at, and he is in need of inspiration 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this work is a part of the flower shop event, a series of unconnected flower shop AU one-shots

The sound of the storefront door swinging open and a shout of your name indicated the arrival of your favourite regular customer.

“Heyho! You look cute today too piko☆” and if you weren’t already convinced, the cheeriness present as ever combined with his catchphrase solidified the man’s identity.

You turned around to greet him properly, somewhat surprised to find him standing alone. Weeks ago you would have been too timid to even talk to him outside of

“Kazunari-kun, you didn’t bring anyone with you today?” you asked, “it’s kinda weird seeing you alone.”

“Nyahaha! It just means I can spend more time talking to you one-on-one~♪” Kazunari said, a boisterous laugh escaping his mouth, a wider smile at the sight of reddening ears going unnoticed, before he answered you more seriously, “I have a sketch to do for class, but I keep getting distracted.”

You nodded understandingly. It was always hard for you to concentrate in a noisy place, so you understood his dilemma.

“Do wanna sit somewhere more secluded?” you pointed somewhere towards the back of the shop, “it’s usually where I stay when it’s not my shift, or if I’m, like, studying for class.”

“Woah! Special friendship perks?! Is this what you get when you’re BFFs with someone from the littest flower shop slash cafe slash totes aesthetic hang in Veludo?” he exclaimed, and you didn’t bother suppressing the laughter that he caused.

“I mean, technically anyone could sit there?” you pointed out with a giggle, but you left your spot from behind the counter to usher him there. “If you wanna get cosy, I’ll show you the best place to sit,” you offered, smiling as Kazunari cheered excitedly, almost bouncing like a cute puppy.

You led him to a table with a comfy loveseat, positioned beside a window that probably would’ve brought a glare of sunlight to the interior if it wasn’t a little late in the afternoon already. Unsurprisingly, he dives onto the armchair immediately; his bag of what you’ve come to know contained art supplies following suit.

“Nice, right?”

“Uhhh, hell yeah!” Kazunari sunk a little deeper into the chair, about to continue talking until you heard the store door open.

“Big OOF, you better—“

“Yeah, oh gosh, I haven’t even gotten your order yet?” you said a little hastily, “you going for the daily special cake again? With the complementary—“

“Yep yep! You know my tastes so well piko☆” he said with a grin, before shooing you off, “now go! You don’t want the chef to come out and scold you again~♪”

You laughed as you quickly ran back to the counter to entertain your new customer’s order, watching from the corner of your eye as Kazunari brought out his art supplies. You silently wished him well.

…

Your shift was nearly ending, and as the sky dawned a palette of pastel pinks and purples, the business and idle chatter of the shop settled down. Save for the “Cafe Music! Jazz & Bossa Nova instrumental music” YouTube playlist in the background, all was quiet.

Well, save for the sound of pencils against rustling paper from the back.

Knowing he would be too focused to spare you a glance, you peeked at him from your spot by the counter. When Kazunari was in work mode, he gave off a totally different vibe— and while on normal circumstances you’d think this side of his was just as charming, something was off based on his furrowed brows and the barely noticeable frown on his face.

After a second thought, you opened a cabinet behind you and got a small jar of candies. You usually reserved them for yourself throughout the times you needed some sugar for energy, but you figured Kazunari needed some more than you at the moment.

You knew he liked candy, so if you couldn’t help him with his work you could at least support him somehow!

“Kazunari-kun, how are you?” you asked, situating yourself beside his chair. With a small groan, he angled his sketchbook to let you look at it properly.

While you haven’t seen a lot of Kazunari’s stuff, you knew he was amazingly talented in multiple art mediums— be it traditional or graphic or anything else in the spectrum. Looking at what he drew so far, you could say that the idea and technique were definitely there, but it was a little lacking save for the centre of the page.

Kazunari clearly knew it, too.

“I’m Gucci mostly, but I think something’s off?” The blond said, “like a missing detail to make it less plain? Idk tbh.”

You pouted. You didn’t know what to add either, so instead you proceeded with your plan and showed him the small jar of candy.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’d add personally, but I just wanted to give you something to…” you trailed off until you could phrase the rest of your sentence in a logical manner, quickly giving up on that. “Haha, I guess I just wanted to support you somehow?”

“Eh? You remembered that I loved candy?!” Kazunari exclaimed, immediately perking back up from his minor slump. “You’re so cute~! High-key lit! No, totes the GOAT!” His hand touched yours, the jar still on your palm as he opened the lid.

He immediately went for the green one, and you nearly laughed at how similar it was to his eye colour. As soon as he popped it in his mouth, the same bright eyes widened at you.

“Yo, this tastes funky— but I’m kinda digging it?” he said, continuing to figure out the flavour, “what is this?”

“It’s called candied angelicas,” you said, “we got a delivery of angelica flowers a few days ago, and apparently you can make candies out of the stem?”

“Angelica flowers?” Kazunari repeated, reaching to get another piece of candy, “never heard of her. She could be walking down the street, I wouldn’t know a thing. Sorry to this flower.”

You giggled, reaching into the jar to get a piece yourself, “You dummy! Apparently they mean inspiration and encouragement, so it’d be nice flowers to give~”

The blond gasped, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you in excitement.

“Wait, that might just work!!!”

“What- what’s gonna work?” you asked in confusion, watching him set down his art materials. He stood up so quickly you would wonder how he didn’t get whiplash if he didn’t immediately squeeze you in a tight hug.

What?

Though it had only been 5 seconds tops, him pulling away felt like minutes as he rewarded you with the brightest grin you’ve seen from him today.

“Ugh, you’re actually so??? The best??? I’m totally pumped up and inspired now!”

Well, maybe you didn’t have to understand right away. You were just glad you were able to help him.

“ thank you for your hard work today at the flower shop! here, feel free to take home these angelica flowers with you~ ”

【 angelica flowers 】 inspiration, creativity, encouragement

“ maybe you’d like some more flowers before heading home? ”

-ˋˏflower shop masterlistˎˊ- | -ˋˏfic masterlistˎˊ-

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! kazunari #kazunari miyoshi #miyoshi kazunari #cafe: dessert menu #nathya's flower shop #kazunari x reader #a3! game #a3 actor training game #a3! actor training game

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jeon-googi · 5 years ago

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Winter Bear

— pairing: Photographer!Taehyung X Artist!Reader

— genre: Slice of life, Romance

— words: 4k

— rating: SFW

— warnings: none~

— notes: I think this may be my favorite one so far, I kind of just woke up last night and started writing and tbh I’m really happy with the outcome. I hope you all like it as well

You hadn’t exactly noticed him at first. You mean, at your small arts college you were well into your third year and could name almost everyone by now. Yet somehow in the corner of the class, one nameless student sat. His hair was shaggy and it covered his eyes and most often his clothes were oversized, making his hands look like small paws as he fiddled with his camera. His camera seemed to be the one thing permanently stuck to his body as you noticed, it never left his hands. In class as the professor would demonstrate, you notice rather than looking with his own eyes, he liked to look through the eyes of the camera lense instead, as if it somehow made more sense to him this way.

You found all this out from one class period. Soon the professor dismissed the class and you began to slowly pack your belongings, still captivated by the nameless boy. He too quickly packed up his belongings, a canvas tote with some sketch pads and his pencils, and left with his camera in hand. Now you wouldn’t consider yourself a stalker so to say, but he most definitely caught your attention. Leaving the classroom only a few paces behind him, you kept a discreet eye on him, as he floated through the halls of the art building. He liked to stop occasionally, at windows, and peer through the camera. You figured he was taking photos, as he would pull back and glance at the screen, either a slight scowl or a neutral look on his face. You followed for as long as you could, before he reached the large stairs leading to the roof. There was no way you could follow without suspicion so you turned around quickly and left down the hall, unaware of the camera angled back at you, the gleam in the photographer's eye as he captured the way your hair moved in the sunlight.

Your second day of classes noticing the camera boy went as uneventful as the first one, but today, you learned his name was Taehyung.

“Taehyung, how does the composition of this painting make you feel the artist's emotions?”

Your ears perked up at the mention of his name as you glanced at him from across the classroom, Taehyung deep in thought as he toyed with the strap of his camera. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared at his desk, but soon enough his head shot up to look at the board.

“The composition isn’t what makes you feel the emotion, it resides with the colors.”

Your eyes widened a bit, you weren’t expecting his voice to be so deep. Your teacher nodded in agreement, “Good I am glad you caught on. See class this painting in particular-”

The rest of the lecture droned on for you, but you couldn’t help but be so curious about Taehyung. You hands absentmindedly sketched down every aspect you watched, the profile of his face, his hands, the hair in his eyes. To be quite honest, you weren’t expecting to feel so inspired.

‘Maybe it’s a sign…’ you thought, as the class ended and everyone began to pack up their things. The teacher had written on the board the final date for your classes end of the year exhibition, and so far, this boy in class was the only thing striking your creative nerve. Making sure you threw everything into your bag, you mustered up enough courage to quickly make your way over to him. Up close, he still didn’t even acknowledge your presence fixated on his notes in front of him, until you gently tapped him on the shoulder, shaking him from his daze.

“Um hey?” You smiled, gripping the strap of your tote bag nervously. He stared at you wide eyed as he nodded a greeting back to you.

“I know this is a little embarrassing, but I’m Y/n...and I was wondering if for my exhibition, you would model for me?” You asked quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “You see..I’ve been in quite a rut lately and well, right now your kind of like...my muse?” You explained, trying not to sound like a weirdo. You dug through your bag quickly and pulled out the few pages you had sketched and laid them out on the table before him. “I mostly focus on sketches and charcoal, so I wouldn’t need too much of your time...”

Taehyung’s eyes carefully scanned over your work, his hands lightly brushing the lines on the page as he recognized them as his own. His eyes went a little wide as he stared back at you. “You really...want to sketch me for your final grade?” He asked, almost in disbelief. You nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

He smiled a bit at your excitement before collecting your sketches and passing them back to you. “Alright, I guess I’ll do it then.” You really couldn't contain your excitement as you thanked him fervently. You both planned to meet after classes on select days of the week, after all, you didn’t want to take up too much of his time since you knew he would also need to prepare for his final project as well. You used an old classroom on the third floor of the art building that never was used anymore, so you made it your own personal studio. You couldn’t lie, you were nervous. After all, it would be your first time alone with Taehyung. As you began to set up your easel and supplies, the door softly creaked open. Taehyung's head appeared through the door, giving you a boxy smile when he saw you.

“Hey Taehyung!” You smiled, pulling out the last few pieces of your supplies. He entered the room, dressed in a black turtleneck and denim jacket, a small pair of glasses resting gently on his face. He was handsome. That was easy enough, but there was some sort of poeticness to everything he did, from the way he fidgeted with a ring on his finger, or how he fixed his hair. You were utterly captivated by Kim Taehyung.

“I’ll just have you take a seat, and I’ll start the first round of sketches.” you instructed, pointing him in the direction of the chair. He nodded and sat down quickly, his hands placed in his lap. You tapped your pencil to your lip gently as you examined his position. “You look just a little too...stiff. How about we try this?” You walked over to the chair, motioning him to stand up. Quickly you flipped the chair around, sitting with the back against your chest, resting your head on your arms with your fingers gently dangling.

“I think this will be most comfortable for you, and I will get the points I want.” You smiled. Taehyung nodded as he mimicked your position on the chair, glancing at you to make sure he got it right. “Perfect.” you smiled and began to sketch. The silence at first was awkward, more so for Taehyung as he had nothing to do except not move. You realized this a little too late into the session and felt bad immediately.

“So Taehyung...what program are you in right now?” you asked, glancing at him from behind the easel.

“Photography.” he answered simply, moving his eyes so he could look at you a little bit better. You cocked your head as you looked back at your sketch. “If you are in the photography program, why are you in the painting class then?” You asked curiously. “I realized I had never seen you before so I was curious.” you added. He nodded, “Well it’s all relative isn’t it? I like understanding the emotions of painting so I could replicate it in my photography.” You nodded in understanding as you placed your tools down, stretching your arms out. “That does make sense. Maybe you are a genius Kim Taehyung.” you teased as you stood up, grabbing a water for yourself and one for him as well. He gratefully took the drink as he stretched his arms out, groaning from the stiffness of his body. You pulled a chair up next to him and slumped down exhausted. “That should be enough for today. It’s already looking like how I pictured.” You admitted, wiping your hands clean on your jeans. Taehyung smiled politely, “I’m glad I could be of some help to you.” You watched him carefully, excited at the opportunity to see him so close. “What do you think you're going to do for your final project?” You asked, standing up so you could start packing up your belongings. Taehyung gave a shrug, “I started a few different portfolios throughout the year, I’m just not sure which one I will use.” You nodded in understanding. “What do you like to photograph the most then?” Taehyung thought for a moment as he helped clean up. “People probably. I like seeing what others can’t.” You bit back a smile at his remark. “How very philosophical Taehyung.” You grinned as he chuckled sheepishly. “Well why do you like sketching? Specifically me?” He asked with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes as you took the paper off your easel, rolling it up into your tote. “Don’t flatter yourself, you just happened to be there when my inspiration struck.” Both of you laughed as you finished cleaning and locking up the room behind you. “See you next time!” You smiled as you gave him a wave goodbye. Taehyung nodded his goodbye as he left down the other end of the hall.

That night you stared at the sketch.

“It really doesn’t capture enough of...him.” You decided as you examined it closely. Sure, you captured his anatomy to the best of your ability but it didn’t scream Kim Taehyung. You started closely at the fine lines of his hands before you realized what was missing.

The next session, Taehyung positioned himself in his original spot, but cocked his head as he heard your request.

“My camera…?”

You nodded, “The sketch is fine but it’s missing some sort of… Taehyung essence if you will.” You explained. “You always have your camera with you, I think that would help in my sketch.” Taehyung nodded, listening to your explanation. He stood up to go to his bag on the nearby table, rummaging through it until the silver device appeared. Putting himself back into the same position but now, from his hand dangled the camera. You stared transfixed on him, now this was exactly what you were missing. Starting to work you quickly sketched the camera into his hand, relishing in the new soul within your piece. Focused on your work, you didn’t even notice his finger moving until his camera shuttered and flashed. You glanced over at him, a mischievous smile on his face. “My hand slipped.” You rolled your eyes as you continued your work, “So Taehyung, you like to photograph people. Who are your favorite people to photograph?”

You could see his eyes flit back and forth as he thought of an answer. “My friends. They inspire me a lot.” He admitted as you nodded to encourage him to continue. He started to name off his group, Jimin and Hoseok from the dance program, and Jungkook who was also in photography. Yoongi from music production. Namjoon from political science and Jin from management. “We’ve all been friends since freshman year.. I’m not sure what I would do without them.” His words were so earnest and full of love it made you feel a bit emotional towards these people you never met. “They sound like really great people Taehyung.” You smiled, setting down your charcoal and wiping your hands on your pants. “We can take a break now.” You smiled, walking back over to him. He smiled his thanks as he stretched out from the chair, groaning with pleasure.

The sunlight shone in from the large window at the front of the classroom, golden dust particles dancing in the air between you two. The sun caressed Taehyung's face gently, casting him in a golden glow. Smiling you glanced away, your heart fluttering gently. “Thanks for taking the time to pose for me. How about we go get some lunch? My treat?” You offered, collecting your bag from off of the floor. Taehyung nodded, “Sounds perfect.” As he collected his own belongings. Leaving the room you both made your way outside onto your school's campus, the trees swaying gently in the spring breeze. You both found out you loved coffee and pastries, loved reading and watching movies, and enjoyed the same music. There was a cafe nearby and you two took some seats on the patio across from each other. Taehyung quickly pulled out his camera and started looking through the lense at the scenery before him.

“Why do you do that?” You asked, sipping on your coffee. He glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, “Do what?” You motioned to the camera, “You always just look through the lense, you’re not even taking pictures” He glanced at his camera and made an ah sound. “Well you never know when the perfect picture could happen. I like to look around and see if anything looks worth shooting-” He resumed his position of looking through his camera before abruptly turning it to you, quickly capturing a photo. You looked at him bewildered as he glanced at the preview on the screen. “Perfect…” He mumbled with a smile, his eyes glancing up to yours. The blush on your face was immediate as you huffed it off, taking a sip of your coffee. Taehyung grinned as well, not taking his eyes off of you and you quickly changed the subject.

Before you knew it, it was the end of the semester, only a few more days before your final exhibition. You were so excited to finally be able to relax and take a break but soon you also realized, you only had one more sketch session with Taehyung. Over the course of the last few weeks, the two of you grew close. The air seemed to change between you two during the last few sessions, Taehyung's eyes somehow always finding yours and when you would call him over to see your work, he would lean in close, one hand one the back of your chair and his face close to yours. After sessions you would stare at your work, a twinge of sadness creeping into your mind.

The last session with Taehyung came quick. You found yourself slowly setting up this time around, your hands lingering on the easel and on the paper before you. You almost didn’t even hear the door open before Taehyung crept in.

“Are you excited Y/n?” He asked with a smile, taking his seat in the center of the room. You cocked your head before he laughed softly, “It’s our last session, your project will be done soon!” Your smile faltered a bit before you were able to nod your head excited, “I’m ready for a break! How about you? Your portfolio coming along?” You two chatted and discussed while you began your warm up sketch, the daylight casting long shadows throughout the room. Before you knew it, the room was starting to grow dark.

‘No...no, no, no.’ As quick as it began, your last session with Taehyung had to end.

“Wow Y/n these are amazing. I can’t wait to see the final project!” He smiled at you, collecting his belongings. You nodded quietly, rolling up the paper into your bag. It was all too much. You didn’t realize how much you enjoyed his company, how quickly he became a constant in your life. You didn't realize a few tears started falling past your lashes, and Taehyung's demeanor changed quickly. Placing his bag on the nearest table he jogged over to you, your head hanging low as you gripped your tote.

“Y/n, Y/n what's wrong?” He asked concerned, his hand gently reaching for your face, gently lifting your face to his.

“I-t’s nothing…” You sniffled, trying to wipe your face quickly. Taehyung shook his head, “No what is wrong? You wouldn’t be crying if you were fine.” He said softly, his thumb gently tracing soothing patterns on your cheeks.

‘How can I tell him?’

‘Does he feel the same way?’

Your eyes glanced towards the floor before putting on a fake smile, “I’ve just grown so used to seeing you, I’m sad I won’t see my friend as often.”

Taehyung watched carefully as he lowered his hands, “Ah...well were still going to be friends. We can see each other soon.” He said with a smile, “But don’t be sad because of that. Let's get going.”

You couldn’t tell exactly what happened, but Taehyung's demeanor dropped. Mentally punishing yourself for making things awkward you two parted ways in the hall, giving one last wave to each other. It felt as though you were leaving something important behind, but he was right, you could see him anytime, after all he even said you were friends. But that was the issue. In your room, you flopped onto your bed staring at your ceiling.

You didn't want to be friends with him.

You were in love with Kim Taehyung.

The day of your final exhibition was here, and you stood in the classroom carefully arranging your sketches on your display. The class was set up in a museum style, allowing everyone to browse around and visit each other's works, you were even allowed to invite people from other classes. You smiled as some friends came over to see your work before you paused, hearing an all to familiar voice.

“Jungkook bring them in here!”

Taehyung entered the room, his gray sweater rolled up at the sleeves and a brown coat in his hands. A tall boy entered the room, carrying a large easel.

“Namjoon has the other prints, and Jimin and the others are on their way.” ‘Jungkook’ said, placing the large easel down with ease.

‘So that’s Jungkook…’ you thought with a smile, watching the two interact like siblings. Your heart sped up as Taehyung caught your eye, saying something quickly to Jungkook and waving your way. Jungkook turned around as well, giving you a friendly nod. You waved back shyly before returning to arranging your sketches.

Soon the class started, and the chatter and mingling began. A lot of people gave you praise for your work, loving the different poses and points you chose to work on. You smiled as you waved off their praise before a deep voice interrupted your conversations.

“You’re Y/n?”

You looked up, a taller individual looking at you.

“Yeah I am? You are..?”

“Namjoon.” He smiled looking at your work. “You really drew a lot of great pictures of our Tae.” He said, your eyes widening at his compliment.

“He was a great model, I’m really lucky he accepted my offer.” Namjoon nodded as he listened to you, “Have you gone to check his portfolio out yet?” he asked. You shook your head, confused. Namjoon smiled as he covered his mouth trying to hold back a laugh. “Well I think you should, he worked really hard and would appreciate your feedback.” You nodded, excusing yourself from the conversation to find Taehyung's table. His booth was laid out neatly, a single binder on the table. In elegant cursive the name of the portfolio was on the front of the book.

Winter Bear.

Turning the first page you smiled, it was indeed full of candid photos of his friends, all in places they seemed to love. Jungkooks photos were of him in nature and with other friends, Hoseoks was on the dance floor, Jimins at the beach. You were filled with a sense of youth and nostalgia, your eyes watering at the blatant love Taehyung had for his friends. You bit back a smile at a conversation with him that rushed to your mind

“What do you like to photograph the most then?” Taehyung thought for a moment as he helped clean up. “People probably. I like seeing what others can’t.”

Turning the last few pages you realized there were a few extra photos at the end, and some of them struck a vaguely familiar. There was a figure sitting in a chair, a hand delicately reaching towards an easel, the face was focused on the art before them. You paused, staring closer at the work. Was that..you? You quickly looked at the other photos and indeed there was no denying it, the last individual in Taehyung's portfolio was you. There was the photo he took of you at the cafe as well as others you didn’t know of. Tons from you in your studio, some from your walks to the cafe, one from the hallway outside of the classroom. You couldn't help your eyes watering as you reached the final page, a simple quote written in the same cursive.

All the bad days

They’re nothing to me

With you

-Taehyung

Quickly looking around you searched for his familiar head of hair. Namjoon seemed to notice you looking and you caught a discreet motion to the hallway outside of the class. Giving him a smile, you ran out of the room looking up and down the hall for Taehyung.

‘Where could he be?’

You started to panic, unable to think of where he would go to before one idea came to mind. It was worth a shot. Quickly heading up the stairs, you ran to your studio, noticing the door slightly ajar. You paused in front of the door, out of breath, before softly sliding it open.

Taehyung was there. His back against the door, leaning against one of the tables in the room, his hand gently tracing over the easel you had used so many times before.

“Taehyung…” You called, a look of shock on his face as he glanced up at you.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. You made your way to him quickly, causing Taehyung to lean back against the table.

“I saw your...portfolio.” You said out of breath, looking him in the eyes. He seemed to grow a bit shy as he glanced away from you.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you... I hope you’re okay with it it’s just..” He started but stopped, his voice growing soft as he fiddled with his fingers. You quickly reached out your own hand, taking his hand in yours. His eyes grew wide as he stared at you, “It’s just what Tae?” you pressed.

He let out a shaky breath, “I never wanted to be just friends with you. You inspire me, you make me so happy Y/n but I just...I just didn’t know how to tell you.” He answered, squeezing your hand gently. He looked shocked as you sniffled, your eyes watering.

“You really like me?” you asked.

Taehyung chuckled as he took his hands back, placing them on your cheeks to wipe your tears away. “Very much.” He whispered as he leaned in closer, placing his lips gently against yours. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode as you placed your hands on his, your mouth moving against his. Pulling back you rested your foreheads against each other, basking in the silence of each other. He glanced at you before smiling, “But how did you know I was up here?” You sniffled before laughing as well, “I met Namjoon...he told me.” Taehyung let out a heartfelt laugh, making a mental note to thank him later. Pulling you into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on your head. You nuzzled your head deeper into his chest as he smiled, closing his eyes. You two stayed together like this, the sunlight warming your bodies and the golden dust dancing around you two until you left the studio, hand in hand. The door shut gently, putting the room back into a state of slumber.

You sleep so happily I wish you good night, good night, good night Good night, good night

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung imagine #taehyung fanfic #bts taehyung

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mlm-cottage-love · 3 years ago

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SFW-SPIN

I'm going to go on a rant about my SPIN, because I want to.

My SPIN is Squishmallows and it has been for around 4 years I think, since they came out back in 2017. My first Squishmallow was this green dinosaur called Danny, he's a 12" valentine's day one. He's also the only Squishmallow that I allow on my bed. He's a bit flat since I've had him for 4 years but he's still great.

Then I got Fifi, Winnie, and Cookie. All except for Fifi are valentine's day ones, but they're all 8" (my favorite size for Squishmallows, they're easy to store and display, and when I did have them displayed on my bed when my collection was a lot smaller, they were by far the best ones to hold, good size).

I slowly got a lot more as holidays and birthdays passed, and over the span of around 2 years I had around 50+ Squishmallows and I knew they were sold at some of my local stores.

Up until a year ago I wasn't too invested in keeping inventory and actually remembering their names, but I got really hyper focused one day on finding out so I made a note on my phone about it, and every time I got a new one I would put their name on the list. Soon I also incorporated color, size, defining details, type (hugmee, peep, mystery egg, etc.), and with new ones the fact that they were scented.

Now I can actually go around my room and name all of them which I'm really proud of since I don't have a great memory. I also know basically any store or souvenir shop that sells them (I stayed up an ungodly amount of time finding this out).

I even made my own custom Squishmallows!! They're 2 highland cows, Saul and Paisley. I absolutely love them and my only regret is I didn't sew the fabric on but I don't know how to sew (fun fact, crafting was a huge SPIN of mine as a kid and it lasted like 8/10 years).

It's also gotten to a point where my immediate family is searching for them as well, even some of my mom's friends. My aunt also made me a pink (my favorite color) tote bag with Paulita on the front and in cat shaped letters "love" on the other side (it has 4 cats and I think that's extra cool because I have 4 cats :)))!!) I love that bag so much tbh.

I have 207 Squishmallows as of now and I feel like they really tie my room together and make it look more comforting, maybe that's just because they're my SPIN but they're fantastic decoration. I also really like organizing things by color and making patterns with colors so most of my nets, shelves, or corners have color patterns and I just 🥵😤.

I also have a lot of "rare" Squishmallows, to be honest I got them all back in 2017 when they weren't popular (Wendy, Sophie **not fluffy**, etc.) but some of them I got this year or last that really had/are having a boom. Getting to Walgreens super early and making friends with the staff really pays off when you want Squishmallows honestly.

Some of my nets need a bit more love so I'm planning to make Squishmallow DIY projects to decorate them (like paper decor), I'm thinking of making my favorite (whether in my collection or not) Squishmallows and hanging them on my nets.

The only complaint I have with Squishmallows is that in 2020/2021 it's been super popular to scalp and price gauge them. I really don't get why people do that it's just a dick move, and it's not like people are realistically buying your 200$ Squishmallow (seriously Merci is full of them and they never have the orange sold sticker on it).

My collection isn't done by any means but I feel like I'm pretty content with everything I own, I probably won't be looking for any unless a squad I like comes out or until it's late August when the Halloween ones come out (they're meant to have a ton of really cool new ones coming out this year, like a Frankenstein bear and for Christmas a white tree and an angel I believe, I really hope those were true).

But thanks for reading about my SPIN. That's basically all the info I wanted to share.

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nostalgiaispeace · 4 years ago

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1950.

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? i think i do a good mix

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? no

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? i use bookmarks

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? coffee = sugar. tea = sugar and honey

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? yeah

6: do you keep plants? no

7: do you name your plants? -

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? poetry

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? sure

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? idk

12: what’s your favorite planet? earth

13: what’s something that made you smile today? my husband

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? idk...bookish

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! no.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? pesto

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? blonde

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. idk

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? sometimes

20: what’s your favorite eye color? blue

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. it is a lana del rey tote.

22: are you a morning person? no

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? tumblr, watching a movie or reading

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? yeah

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? not my thing

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? idk

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? peppermint

28: sunrise or sunset? sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? idk

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yeah

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. i’m not a fan anymore; sure; no; no

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we went to bed

33: what’s your fave pastry? i’m not really a pastry person

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? it’s a frog; nanny; a frog; yes

35: do you like stationery and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? sure; no

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? none

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? i don’t really care tbh

38: tell us about your pet peeves! leaving out dirty dishes

39: what color do you wear the most? black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? it’s my wedding band, yes

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? troubled blood

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! no

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? idk

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? yesterday

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? sure

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. no

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? sushi

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? loved ones dying, yes

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? yes; AA like a house on fire

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? nothing odd

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? helpless

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? idk

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? yes, no, yes, yes, i like them fien

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? idk

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? idk

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? idk

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? no, it makes me happy tho

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? idk

59: what’s your favorite myth? idk

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? yeah sure. i like emily dickinson and lana’s

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? idk

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? no

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? music yes books no. no

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? blue

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? jordan

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? idk

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? peaceful actually

68: what’s winter like where you live? COLD

69: what are your favorite board games? Life

70: have you ever used a ouija board? no

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? chamomile

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yes

73: what are some of your worst habits? biting my nails i guess

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. no

75: tell us about your pets! she’s my baby

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? yeah

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? neither

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? idk

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? off white, no

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. nooooo

82: are/were you good in school? yeah

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? idk

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? not really

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? i have, the umbrella academy

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? sure

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? not sure

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? idk

89: are you close to your parents? my mom

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. no

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? no where

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? drowns it

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? bun

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad

95: what are your plans for this weekend? chill

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? depends on my mood

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? idk, capricorn, hufflepuff

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? idk not my thing

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. no

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? back.

#me #survey

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bigskydreaming · 4 years ago

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Why do You dislike Scott Snyder? I mean I have my reasons.. like a lot of the Court of Owls stuff, his convoluted plots, making Dick a punching bag for the broody bats, horrible at writing the family as a family he literally wrote Death of the Family I mean....*kill bill sirens* ... Also the ''son of a Damian'' line from Black Mirror etc. But I'm curious if you have more reasons since I'm pretty new and I'm told that he likes Dick and wanted to write Dick focused books and I don't.. buy it.

LOL yeah, all of that for sure, and I mean.....tbh, I don’t pay enough attention to his interviews and stuff to even be aware that he’s said that about liking Dick and wanting to write Dick-centric books, but I’m with you on that....not necessarily meaning anything.

God knows I’ve lost track of how many fic writers in this fandom swear up and down they love Dick Grayson and yet I avoid their stories with extreme energy, lmao, because I’ve read enough of their takes on DG that I’m like hmmm, yeah, we are not the same, lol. I mean, there’s a certain couple fic writers who just are like....DETERMINED to mention Danny Chase every single time I make a post about why I’m annoyed by the focus on Dick’s allegedly infamous temper. And its always the exact same song on repeat, they’re like “OH-HO, so apparently you don’t remember the time Dick choked Danny, a literal CHILD, just because Danny had the nerve to tell him Jason died, cuz like, I do, and it was AWFUL and Danny could have died TOO y’know, that’s how mad Dick was.”

And then I just kinda stare at these words that apparently mean things, and enter a fugue state where an unknown amount of time passes and by the end of it I feel 80 million epochs older, and its like....no, I absolutely do remember that time when Dick grabbed Danny by the shirt and yelled in his face because he just found out his brother died and Danny said “what’s the big deal, its not like it doesn’t happen all the time” and this was absolutely not an awesome and fun scene for anyone, no matter how understandable Dick’s upset was at the time. BUT, I also happen to remember, since y’know, it was in that literal exact same issue, how then Dick went to see Bruce, and due to BRUCE’S upset about Jason’s death, Bruce literally punched his remaining son to the ground, screams about how it was all Dick’s fault, and kicks him out of the house Dick grew up in and tells him to leave his keys with Alfred.

And its like......the very same people who LOVE to throw around references to Danny Chase in order to puff up the claims about Dick Grayson being volatile and extreme and having a Dangerous Temper like, flat out REFUSE to ever even ACKNOWLEDGE that scene with Dick and Bruce, from the literal exact same issue, because they at the same time claim that THIS was bad writing and OOC and Bruce would never.....but apparently, the writing from ten pages before it was just fine and completely accurate and Dick absolutely would not only ever, he would always, and thus Dick’s Legendary Dangerous Temper is canon and its why Dick can’t have nice things or people being nice to him in these writers’ stories, its too Dangerous, he might get mad I guess.

And each time this comes up on this site, I’m always like....hey, science side of tumblr, is it possible that insisting on vilifying Dick for his reaction to someone in the wake of Jason’s death whilst simultaneously refusing to acknowledge the scene of Bruce’s reaction to Dick is canon or in-character despite existing in the exact same issue and written by the exact same writer.....like....could this be one of those double standards I’m always going on about? And isn’t it in fact reasonable to question just how much or how little someone actually means it when they say they love a character but want that character flogged in the middle of the town square for a Bad Reaction to something that also prompted a Bad Reaction from another character but this character, they’ll like, throw themselves in front of a moving train if it keeps someone from daring to even suggest that THEIR reaction was canon and in-character and might potentially say something damning about their temper or behavior with friends or family?

*heaves endless sigh of endlessness*

Sorry, that example was right there on the tip of my brain today because like....I literally just saw another post around this oft-deceased and resurrected and killed to death again dead horse like, five minutes ago and then came to dip into my ask box for the first time today and it was like.....destiny. Assuming destiny has some free time to kill and nothing better to do, which, I mean, hey, everyone’s allowed a hobby is all I’m saying.

LOL sooooooooooo, ANYWHO, its just like.....ugh, I’m so over being expected to take at face value any writers, whether professional or fan, saying “oh but I love this character or that character, and due to that being my preface to everything else I say or do in regards to this character, you have zero basis for claiming that you do not like or trust my depiction of this character because ummm, read much? I literally JUST said, I love them though? Wow. Insert scoffs of incredulity here, I don’t even know how to talk to someone who thinks I don’t like a character I claimed I like just because literally everything else I say or do about them paints an opposing picture to the contrary.”

LMAO. Sorry. Had to get that off my chest. But yeah, like, I think EVERY canon Batfam writer has made a similar claim in recent years about pretty much every Batfam character, and at a certain point it starts to be like....okay, if all of you are telling the truth here, shouldn’t we see more canon evidence of like....these characters that you’re writing, like....actually even LIKING each other? At what point are we allowed to question the legitimacy of you saying oh I totes love this character, that’s why I write their family as abusing them, that’s just love, baby, that’s what it looks like.

Personally, I’d like to see more of us at least using qualifiers? I mean, I do say I don’t hate Tim, or Bruce, or any of these characters, but I get how people could be dubious about that and be all, umm, you rant about them a lot, because like...yeah. Fair. That’s a valid critique. SO its a lot more accurate for me to be like, I love 90s Tim and I just have become increasingly less enchanted with the character over the past twenty years since then, enough so that my knee-jerk reactionism to people bashing Dick’s character BECAUSE of what Dick did or didn’t do to Tim in their eyes, is like.....disinclined to view the situation or his character these days through 90s-Tim rose-colored glasses.

Similarly, I truly don’t hate Bruce, at least not when he’s not being written as physically and emotionally abusive and/or just plain neglectful, BUT I absolutely despise the abuse apologism rampant in most fandoms, but particularly in this one, where people will make like Cirque-de-Soilei contortionists in order to prove that Bruce beating this kid or that kid isn’t actually abuse, its cuz they made him do it....rather than people just being like, no, that’s abuse right there on the page and I don’t stand for it or stan that Batman, so I have zero desire to defend that scene or his actions there from his perspective, and am totally fine with taking a seat when someone speaks up about how much they hate what Bruce did to his kid there in that scene and how it affects their read of the characters as a whole.

Its like....that too, is a thing you can do, instead of just.....trying to explain why Bruce isn’t abusive see, because what happened there wasn’t actually abuse, since it couldn’t have been, because Bruce isn’t abusive, see, he would Never.

And yet so rarely do people actually do that, and we have people literally championing themselves as members of the Good Dad Bruce Protection Squad when the frank reality is there CAN BE NO GUARANTEE of him ever and always being a Good Dad, when like....his characterization, ultimately, is dependent on how he’s written by canon writers who ARE NOT US. Which makes that desire to see him as just a good dad and nothing but a good dad always, like....not quite as understandable as it otherwise might be, and instead just kinda....willful, an admission that a lot of fans in this fandom will just flat out ignore all evidence to the contrary of this stated claim about what Bruce inherently IS, when inherently all he is happens to be a character who manifests whatever those in creative control of him choose to manifest via him. Like.....there are ways to go about that kinda thing, its just....that isn’t it. Something like “Proud member of the Keep Bruce Wayne a Good Dad Squad’ or something along those lines? I’d have ZERO issue with, because that’s ACTIONABLE, not WILLFUL. It posits not that Bruce simply IS this way and there’s no ifs, ands or buts about it, but rather that just because he isn’t this way in some instances, that doesn’t mean we have to agree with it or condone that interpretation of him, y’know?

But people are like....unwilling to make that distinction or hold that nuance a lot of the times, so my dislike of Bruce as he’s written in certain ways or by certain writers like....grows and evolves and mutates into Godzilla rampaging through downtown New York, until its understandable that people reading my blog intermittently and who don’t follow everything I say on the subject are like.....”Bold of you to claim you like lizards in this one post when I have here nine other posts where you’re just like, FEAR the murderous monster-lizard destroying New York for it is Dangerous and Fearsome. Cuz one of these things is not like the others, bud.”

*Shrugs* Anyway, all of that’s just my allergy to Staying on Topic, so make of it what you will, hopefully you get what I mean though even if you don’t have like, the requisite Kalen-Garbled-Nonsense Secret Decoder Ring. Back to Snyder though....yeah, he can claim he likes Dick all he wants, because y’know what, Tynion says the same thing and its been well established by moi that my fondest wish for Tynion is that he be kept far, far away from Dick’s character whenever possible. And I’m pretty sure Tom King claims he loves all these characters and we’re all like HAHAHHAHA and we know Lobdell insists he loves Jason Todd and its like wow how curious then that hardly any other Jason Todd stans love you.

The ironic thing about my random bouts of ugh Snyder in a lot of posts however, is that......tbh, its not even his depiction of Dick that makes me dislike him as much as I do? LMAO. I mean, I’m not a fan of it personally, for a lot of the reasons you mentioned, but I don’t like a lot most canon writers’ depiction of Dick these days and haven’t for years. The thing I really dislike Snyder for, personally, is his depiction of Damian.

Its just.....its very Not Good, a lot of the time. Oh, there are moments here and there, but you could claim that for any writer, really, but for the most part, like.....ooof, I haven’t read Snyder’s work on Damian recently enough to really cite specific moments off the top of my head, because I’ve been avoiding anywhere he’s writing Damian for awhile now BECAUSE of it, but....a LOT of the ‘demon brat’ shit in regards to Damian comes from Snyder’s work, and like, I’m always kinda like “hey is making Demon anything the go-to nickname for a kid of Arab descent who is already compared to a terrorist enough as it is like....really the best we can do” to begin with, and Snyder absolutely 100% does not help with that.

To be fair, its not remotely like its all just on him, the stuff that has had a lot of us complaining for years about the blood son crap and the insistence on acting like there’s this stark divide between Bruce and Damian and the rest of the Bat siblings, I mean, see: Tom King again, its just. Ugh, okay, Im gonna have to get back to this in the near future with actually sourced gripes about why I think Snyder’s Damian in particular is absolute crap and could he just not, though. Because it really is my chief complaint with him, like I was never gonna be a fan of his in general just because he’s someone who's like DARK MULTIVERSE BATMAN FUCK YEAH and I’m someone who’s like DARK MULTIVERSE BATMAN UGH FUCK WHY.....lol....BUT like I mention in other posts.....its not like he’s incapable of doing decent stuff or that he’s never written anything I like, because ironically, he IS the biggest canon backer of Duke Thomas and pretty much single-handedly responsible for Duke retaining as much of a presence as he has in recent years instead of just appearing and blipping out of existence like a one-hit wonder, and that can’t be overlooked or considered inconsequential.

That just also kinda makes it all the more annoying that his Damian is so very.....objectionable to me, but yeah. Anyway, that’s the curious case of my very mixed feelings on Scott Snyder, with a side dish of generalized “lol oh, so you do in fact love this character? Well magically all my criticisms of your take on them have now disappeared!”

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