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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This is a part two of "Nowhere else to go", there will be part three as well. I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

Part one :), Part three

CW/TW: gn!reader, A LOT of dialogue, unsettling/disturbing dream (may be for some), reader meets Nikolai who tries to get them to help him kill Fyodor, manipulative Nikolai, uncanon reasoning behind his motives (given last episode), reader talks about their's and Fyodor's past/childhood (none of these events are canon, all made up), mentions of accidental killings by Fyodor's ability, mentions of hatred/hate oriented speech (towards him), mentions of burning the house down (Fyodor's house), mentions of abuse/attack (towards him), mentions of religious aspects, mentions of mass murder (Fyodor), if I forgot anything, please let me know! :)

* None of the things are done by the reader, they tended to his wounds and shared a heartwarming moment...kind of

** I have no idea how to tag this fic...lord help me

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

A pact of freedom. What fool will you be?

Everything is gray, it feels heavy. Some sort of lake? You walk towards it, a loud wet sound being produced as you walk, feeling so slow and the path seems endless. There is nothing around you besides thick fog and your legs feel like they are bound with rocks. You finally reach the lake where the fog is the heaviest, not seeing anything in front of you. There is some noise. Dripping? Is it water?

No. It's blood. You look around, your vision is blurry. Dead bodies? Loads of dead bodies are underneath you. You don't recognize any of those. You feel paralyzed. You look behind yourself, noticing that what you were walking on are smashed, decapitated and bloody bodies. You want to scream, but you can't. It feels like you can't even breathe.

The dead bodies begin sucking you in, getting you buried up to your knees. You reach your hand out as they keep pulling you down, your face getting smashed between them. Unable to breathe. It's heavy. It's scary. You try to keep your hand out for as long as possible, desperately stretching it out. Somebody! Anybody! You wish to scream, but the words only echo inside your mind.

Finally, someone catches you. A cold hand pulls you out. You feel wet and heavy, everything is still blurry. You look up, your vision hazy. You can only see the arm being stretched towards you as it still holds your hand.

"Come back to me. Do not be scared. Let me save you from this suffering." his voice whispers, sending shivers down your spine before it feels like your head explodes, only seeing the crimson red blood in front of you.

You gasp in as you wake up, covered in sweat. Your breathing is heavy as you look around. It seems you fell asleep on the floor.

"Finally awake?" a happy voice asks you and you turn your head only to be met with a white-haired man who is dressed like a clown. A jester? Who is he?

"Who are you?" you ask weakly as you rub your forehead, still feeling like you are in a dream.

"I would make you guess, but you seem to be in no state to do so. Bad dream?" he giggles as he tilts his head.

"You could say that. Anyways, who are you?" your voice is raspy. You slowly get up, grabbing the glass of water that seemed to be put on the table for you.

"Drinking so carelessly? What if I've put in the poison?" he grins at you.

"There is only one way to find out I guess." you reply disinterested, as you continue drinking.

"I like you already! This will be much easier than I thought then!" he giggles and your head begins to throb from his loudness.

"Anyhow~, my name is Nikolai, I came here to find Dos-kun." he says happily and you choke on water, coughing a little bit.

"Dos-kun? Dostoevsky? What do you need him for?" you ask after you calm down, sitting on the chair slowly.

"So, you do know him!" he grins happily, his tone excited.

"I never said that...or I guess I did. What do you want? He left last night." you sigh out, your heart aching as you remember how he treated you.

"Are you his friend perhaps?" he tilts his head, his happy tone irritates you.

"No, we are not friends. I thought we were, but I guess not." you say in a bitter tone, but there is sadness lingering in it too.

"I know how you feel." he says with a brief feeling of sympathy in his voice. Your eyes quickly scan him, you didn't feel too safe in his presence. He seems...unpredictable, to say the least.

"No offense, but I don't think you do." you say in a slightly suspicious tone.

"And you would be perfectly correct!" he lets out a long, loud giggle and you feel your head pulsating.

"I figured. So, what business do you have with him?" you close your eyes as you lean your head against the chair.

"Well you see~, I want to kill him." he says with an excitement in his tone and your blood runs cold, quickly opening your eyes to look at him.

"Are you serious?" you ask hesitantly.

"Deadly serious!" he giggles at his own words.

"You see, when he died in front of me, I felt this...sadness. It was weird. Unexplainable. However, what I realized is that the freedom I am looking for is unreachable whether he is dead or alive. Then, I figured, it was only impossible because I wasn't the one to kill him personally and reach my own freedom with my own hands!" he explains in an euphoric tone, his hands quite expressive while doing so.

"Freedom?" you give him a confused expression, borderline unconvinced.

"Freedom, yes. Do you think humans are truly free?" he asks you, his tone more calm.

"Depends. Each person has their own definition of what freedom is." you reply disinterested. You were not looking for a philosophical conversation, especially not with someone like him.

"That's what they all say. You are boring like everyone else." he points his finger at you, pouting a bit.

"I guess I am. Can you leave now?" you tilt your head at him, getting bored.

"No, I have to explain to you the essence of freedom. You see, Dos-kun is my only friend. Only one who ever understood me. I have strong feelings towards that, therefore towards him as well." he explains slowly.

"Mhm." you nod, still disinterested.

"Therefore, if I kill him, I will kill the last amount of emotions I have and with that achieve complete freedom!" he claps his hands, happily explaining now.

"Not to burst your bubble, but you are a fool if you think you can kill someone like him. You didn't succeed the first time, so now what?" you yawn as you stretch your body, not even looking at him at this point.

"I am happy you asked, even though your lack of creativity grosses me out. That's where you come on the scene!" he tells you in a loud, excited tone.

"Me? And what makes you think I can..or rather, will, do it?" you lean your head back on the chair.

"Because, unlike him, I am the person who understands what you are going through." he says calmly.

"I don't think-" you want to dismiss him, but he cuts you off.

"But I do." he says in a colder tone, slowly removing the card that was covering his, what seems like perfectly healthy, eye.

"I lied when I said I don't understand you. Don't you see it yourself?" he asks, tone deeper.

"No? Do I see what?" you ask as you narrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"We both share the same pain. We are bound by our feelings for Dostoevsky. Are we not?" he asks, tone a bit more empathetic.

"Your feelings differ from mine. Plus, I assume I know him longer than you do, so killing him doesn't exactly bring me joy." you reply a bit sharper, trying to hide your own pain.

"So, you are in love with him?" he asks, tilting his head.

"..You could say that." you confirm, too tired to deny.

"And he left you behind?" he continues, carefully.

"He did." you nod, your heart skipping a beat as you confirm another painful truth.

"So, don't you think if we kill him, you will be able to get free? Be set free from those feelings? The pain that you feel?" he asks, still careful.

"No, I know him a bit too much in order to do that. My heart is bound to him by many memories, not only painful ones." you say in a sadder tone, remembering.

"It doesn't matter which ones. You said I am a fool that can't kill him, and now you are being a fool who thinks it can be loved by him. My foolishness seems more sane than yours." he cuts your thoughts short, his voice calm.

"Perhaps. But also, less violent and destructive." you reply with bitterness in your voice.

"If violence is what you worry about, I can assure you that you won't do anything violent." he says with a sly grin, returning his card to his eye. You give him a confused look.

"I will! I will do the violence, all you need to do is deny him treatment for one." he grins even more.

"How did you-"

"You forgot to remove your supplies. And after all, it's the only reason he would come here. Given that he wasn't keen on catching up with you, given what you've said." he giggles which makes your blood boil.

You feel disgusted and appalled. You? Denying Fyodor treatment? Letting him die? For this lunatic? Unthinkable.

"I want you to leave my house, right now." you say sharply, pointing at the door.

"I can tell you where he is." he grins, a little giggle following as he notices your face softening.

"I don't care where he is. I don't want to see him again." you say weakly.

"Liar!" Nikolai yells at you, more giggles following as he snaps his fingers.

"Anyways, you seem to dislike violence, destruction and all that fun stuff! Tell me why!" he switches the topic, looking at you intently.

"Because I am a sane person who possesses an ounce of empathy and morals." you reply in a tone that was making it seem like this was an obvious thing.

"Ah, you will never reach true freedom like that! But, just for fun, how come you love Fyodor then? You do know what he does, yes?" he asks with a malicious smile on his face.

"I am aware of it, yes. As for loving him.." you turn your head to the side, placing your hands on your chest.

"Truthfully, I started loving him a long time ago. It seemed so hard for others, but easy for me. I just wanted him to know he was loved, that somebody, regardless of it all, still holds hope for him. Sometimes, to this day, I think he was born into violence. That it was never his choice, he was just an unfortunate soul." you speak sadly, remembering some heavier moments.

"What makes you say that?" Nikolai asks, a bit more calm.

"Given his ability.., you know?" you ask a bit quietly, as if it was a sin to speak of it. It actually was, now that you think of it.

"I am not entirely sure how it works." he replies with a little hum, tapping his own cheek.

"Me neither, but..he can kill people he touches." you say in a casual tone. Nikolai's lips turn into a sly smile, reason unknown to you.

"Back in the day, when we were young, that's when it happened for the first time." you close your eyes, a lump in your throat forming.

"I don't know how it happened, I suppose his ability fully manifested that day. Locals went to his house, his mother, father, siblings..hell, everyone was dead. Only Fyodor was alive. They thought it was an organized murder at first, but then..he accidentally killed one of the women who came to his home to investigate. Apparently, she held his hand to get him out and part of her head just...exploded, blood leaking everywhere." your eyes tear up as you remember the outcome.

"Anyhow, all we were told is to stay away from him. That he is a demon child, possessed and needs to be cleansed. But no one had the guts to touch him. They were making us pray, for ourselves, not him. It was considered a sin to speak of him or what happened. Anytime anyone would see him they would throw insults his way..say things such as he will be punished, how he is a disgrace, how God made a mistake when he sent him to this Earth, how his mother should've died at birth and take him with her. Parents would close the doors, the windows, make their kids immediately leave the playground or any place where he was. Eventually, they burned his house to the ground while he was inside, hoping to cleanse the sin he committed and hopefully get rid of a possessed child. As you can see, he didn't die. That made people even more scared and hateful." you let out a little sigh out, playing with your own fingers as they become shaky.

"Fyodor kept coming to church when no one was around. I didn't say anything as I assumed he was praying or simply honoring his family in some peace and quiet. My heart was aching for him, he was so isolated and thrown away by everyone. Some days I would see him sleeping in the streets. He had this badly made tent. It was truly horrible. Eventually, I would bring him some food and water, during the night, when no one was there. I don't remember him talking to me or eating it, but that was all I could do at the time. One time though...a couple of older people decided to ruin his tent, the very last place he had to sleep at. It was a cold, awfully cold winter. They brought long sticks, to keep their distance I guess, and decided to hit him until he passed out. They would yell how they need to beat out and kill the devil. It was absolutely horrifying." you slowly squeeze your hand with your other one as they feel cold and sweaty.

"There was blood everywhere. But they were happy and satisfied with beating up a defenseless child. I have never felt more sad, angry, scared and worried. I was too much of a coward to say anything. However, after they left, I sneaked back to him with some medical supplies my mother kept in our house, as well as some food and water. I remember when I came back, he was still unconscious. I began cleaning the blood off of his face and sanitizing his wounds as much as I could." you take a deep breath as Nikolai keeps watching you, listening intently.

"He woke up while I did it, but he wasn't saying anything. At the time, I thought he became mute from the trauma. Anyways, once I finished with his face and neck, I had to take care of his hands. Truthfully, that was scary to me. I was hesitant and I felt awfully guilty. This was a boy I used to play with, share meals with, pray with, learn with, spend time with his family, and so many other things. Yet, at that moment, I was unable to touch him out of fear. I didn't believe he was actually a demon, but when everyone says one thing...it's hard not to be scared." you take a deep breath in, eyes squinting as you try not to cry from the feelings of guilt.

"However, he finally spoke up. All he said to me was "Do not be scared", like an angel, and I did it without giving it a second thought. I was just happy he was able to speak. I touched his hands and nothing happened, as you can see. It made me very happy. Once I finished cleansing his wounds, he said how I am quite skilled and how I should do this in life. He mentioned how he thinks our hands are polar opposites it seems, but perfectly made for each other. It was intimate and special for me. It made me feel seen and appreciated. Later, I decided to go to medical university, perfecting my skills, keeping his words in my heart. I promised him how I will take care of him and how I have trust in him." you take a deep breath in, your chest feeling heavy as you speak.

"Naturally, after our little moment, he disappeared. The next morning, he was nowhere to be found and I was scared that he was frozen to death somewhere. People were celebrating, thanking God for this miracle and blessing. It didn't feel like one for me, though." you sigh out again, pausing for a moment.

"And then?" Nikolai asks, evidently intrigued.

"And then..years later, he sent me a letter. He wanted to meet up. I was still studying at the time, in that same city. I was so happy he was alive, I can't explain it even now. We met up and that's when he told me his plan and asked me to join him, which I refused. It broke my heart, but there was a part of me that understood. I remember apologizing to him, feeling guilty for not helping him in a better way back in the day. For not standing up to the people and defending him. He told me he will free me from my suffering which I didn't understand at the moment." you pause, remembering your dream. You try to shake off your thoughts as you keep your voice steady.

"Alas, later that day, our whole small city was killed. Every single person but me and my family. I knew he did it, but it was confirmed when I got another letter from him saying how my guilt is now unnecessary and how I can help him now by joining him. I was so scared at the time, I can't even describe the sheer horror I was experiencing. I was forced to change universities, conveniently enough, to a city he was in. From that moment, this whole back and forth thing between us is going on. Or used to." you finally let a breath out, all of those memories sitting heavily on your chest. Nikolai remains silent as you pick on your past, realizing your own inability to accept it all or sit with it.

Truthfully, you don't even know why you opened to someone like him, but it felt a bit easier sharing it somewhere, rather than letting it sit on your chest.

"That indeed sounds like a good reason for him to do all the things he is doing. But you seem to ignore a vital piece here." he smiles maliciously.

"What do you mean?" you ask, sadness subsiding by confusion.

"He deems you as special, doesn't he? And he wanted to free you from your suffering, don't you owe him the same thing?" he asks in a tone that was trying to drown out his own excitement.

"Didn't I do enough for him?" you ask, a weak smile appearing on your lips.

"To me it seems you are just scared again. Scared to dirty your own hands in blood other than the one he brings to you. You did it when you were a child, and how did that turn out to be?" he giggles as your eyes widen a bit. He makes a little jump towards you, cupping your hands in his own. His uncovered eye is wide, wicked and borderline lunatic.

"So, what you can do is give him freedom. Let me dirty my hands, without tending his. Join him. That's how you will help me kill Dostoevsky and free him from his suffering. You will end up being by his side at the very end, just like you would like to. You will be the final observer of his when he reaches his freedom from this world that hurt him so badly." he says in a slightly sympathetic tone and you bite down on your lip.

Truthfully, yes, you could be able to help him. But is killing him really the only way?

"I will let you think about it." Nikolai stands up, leaving a piece of paper on your table. You take it and see the address, knowing it was Fyodor's hideout.

"Choose wisely. Remember, you can free him." he grins before disappearing in his coat.

You let out a soft breath out, biting your own lip as you rub the piece of paper.

It could all come to an end, quickly. What will you choose? A pact with a demon or pact with a clown? What fool will you be? Whose marionette?

To be continued... :)

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :) <3

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Thank you so much for all the love and support, it truly means a lot to me! :) <3

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darksilver-hoziersversion · 11 months

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Unrequited love that stays Unrequited.

Paring: MCU!Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warning: Very sad... I guess?

Word count: 3042

Summary: This is during the No way home movie... All (Y/n) wanted was to be with his best friend. But fate has different plans for him, and it's going to crush him.

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Peter and (Y/n) had been close friends since their childhood. Ever since they met, they have been inseparable best friends. (Y/n) was the first person to know that Peter was Spider-Man, the first to know when Peter was sad, angry, or confused. In short, (Y/n) was the person Peter always ran to when he needed someone, and Peter has always been there for (Y/n) too.

Until Peter fell in love with MJ, the smart, pretty, curly-haired, quirky, and adorable girl. (Y/n) was happy for Peter that he had finally found someone he loved and cherished. He was happy that Peter finally found the person he could kiss with, hold hands in public, smile with, but it hurt to see him with someone else, especially when (Y/n) had been in love with him, for as long as he could remember. Watching Peter look at MJ with love and passion, the way he looked at her like she was a goddess made from the finest galaxy who had hung the moon. It made (Y/n) drown in jealousy.

When the time comes that Peter needs (Y/n)'s help, because the universe was collapsing. Of course (Y/n) said Yes without hesitation, he'd do anything for Peter Parker.

As (Y/n) was writing in his notebook, there was a knock on his door. "Just a sec!" he shouted, but the knock came again, and this time, he stood up to open the door. He was stunned to see Peter standing there with a small smile on his face. "(Y/n)," Peter greeted, and (Y/n) managed to stammer a response before inviting Peter inside. The shorter one gestured for his best friend to come inside. He still couldn't believe Peter was here. His face was messed up, covered in different shades of color with a little bit of blood on his forehead.

"Just-- sit, and I'll get something to clean you up." (Y/n) stumbled out of his room to the bathroom to grab the supplies without question.

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Mj gazed around the rooftop, searching for Peter. She scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. "This is where he always comes when he needs to clear his head," she murmured to herself. "He has to be here." She informed, then looked at the other Peter, they had asked where her Peter usually goes when he wants to be alone. She was certain it was this place.

"Well. He isn't here." Peter with the jacket stated, "Perhaps, you could ask someone? Does (Y/n) exist in this universe?" He tilted his head in curiosity.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" Ned beamed. "Yeah, of course he does! He's our best friend too. Thought he stays away from this side of life. You know, the dangerous part of life. but he does help Peter after the fights and stuff. He's like our doctor.

Older Peter nodded, a small smile on his lips. "That sounds like (Y/n), alright."

"Wait, you know (Y/n)?" the other Peter interjected, looking almost stunned.

"Sure do. He's my boyfriend," Older Peter replied with a grin.

"He's your what?" Ned asked, flabbergasted, his eyebrows raised.

"He's mine too!" the taller Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "We've been together for 10 years." He beamed happily. "I fell in love with him in your universe," he clarified, pointing to the older Peter. "Well, not me exactly, but a version of me. You get the idea."

The idea that Peter Parker could fall in love with (Y/n) across any universe warmed his heart, but he couldn't help feeling perplexed as to why the youngest Peter was merely friends with him.

"I should, I should call him." Ned reached for his pockets and immediately dialed (Y/n)'s Phone. "(Y/n)! Hi. Um. Hi!" Ned greeted, his voice weavers a little. "So... Is Peter with you...?" He slyly ask.

Ned nodded when he got answer. "Can we go there?"

The other two Peter looked at each other, anticipating an answer.

"Oh." Ned looked downcast, nodding along to whatever (Y/n) said in the phone. When he hung up he took a deep breath and said, "(Y/n) says No. Peter said Yes... Then they were-- I don't know debating? They said we should wait here. They'll come here."

A few minutes later, Ned and Mj were chatting about different plans they could come up with, the two peter were on the roof incase the two arrives and their presence would scare them off.

"Hi." (Y/n) smiled, his cheeks red because of the cold wind. "I'm sorry we're late." He said, holding the bag of destroyed cures.

"(Y/n)!" Ned smiled back.

Then Peter emerged from behind (Y/n), his weary form swaying with burdened sorrow. With tears cascading down his cheeks, Ned and MJ rushed towards him, enveloping his frail frame in a tight embrace. Overwhelmed by the weight of his anguish, Peter crumbled into their arms, his anguished cries consuming the air around them. (Y/n) distance himself from them, giving the friends some space.

"I’m sorry." MJ said softly gently pulls back. "Peter, there’s... there’s some people here.

"What?" He looked around, then Peter leaped up, sensing them... Older Peter and the Other Peter stare down from the school’s tower, silhouetted by the moon.

Peter takes a protective stance, guarding his friends, as the two swing down.

"Hey, wait, wait-- whoa!" He exclaimed, shocked.

The other Peters’ faces say it all. Yes, we’re... you.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in disbelief. Was this really happening? Were there two other spider people standing before him from another universe? Peter had filled him in on what was going on, but (Y/n) hadn't expected to witness it firsthand.

"Sorry... about May." Older peter said.

"Yeah, sorry. I’ve got some understanding of what it--" Other peter tried to interject.

"No, no, no... please don’t tell me that you know what I’m going through.

"Okay." Other Peter whispers sympathetically, nodding.

"She’s gone. And it’s all my fault. She died for nothing." A pause, then "So I’m gonna do what I should have done in the first place." Peter reaches for The Box in MJ’s hand.

"Peter--"

"Please, don’t! You don’t belong here, either of you. So I’m sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right?"

Other Peter nods.

"So you deal with it. And if they die, if you kill them... that’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done." then, sincerely "I’m really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck."

"Wait Pete." Peter reaches for The Box again, but (Y/n) gently pulls it back. He looks at Peter, "Just hear them out, please?" (Y/n) glanced at the two other Peter, which gave him a small smile in return.

"My uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault." Older Peter started, his face says everything.

"I lost..." Other Peter's voice cracked. "I lost Gwen. My, um... she was my best friend, My MJ. I couldn’t save her. I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on, tried to, um... try to keep going, try to keep being the uh... that “Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man,” ‘cause I knew that’s what she would have wanted. But at some point, I just-- I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. but (Y/n) was there to pull me out." He glanced at him, whose eye's were wide "And I'm grateful for it. Always... When I said that those times were the worst, trust me on that Peter, I just don’t want you to end up like... like me."

"The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted. It didn’t make it better. It took me a long time to learn to get through that darkness." Older Peter continued, a small smile on his lips as he remembered his time with his (Y/n)... he remembered his time with his own (Y/n), all the good and the bad ones. But amidst the suffocating darkness, (Y/n) emerged as a radiant beacon, illuminating his life with unwavering light.

Peter is reeling. Struck by their losses. Their regrets. Their warning.

"I want to kill him. I want to tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that, “With great power--”"

"Comes great responsibility.”

The three of them look at each other. How do they know?

"Wait, what? How do you know that?"

"Uncle Ben said it." Older Peter admitted.

"The day he died." Other Peter continued.

The three Peter Parkers stare at each other, overwhelmed by this uncanny connection. Bound together across universes by those words.

"Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter." Older Peter guessed.

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(Y/n) came to a conclusion by connecting the dot together that the new people they met was Peter, but Peter from the other universes. He wanted to celebrate the fact that the Multiverse Theory was real. But he couldn't, because everything was falling apart and he didn't know how he could help other than follow them around.

He felt small, useless by the fact that by the time they were in the Chemistry lab at school, everyone was working, his Peter instructed them on what to do while he just sits in the distance looking at them as they work. He wanted to approach Peter that was wearing a lab coat, ask him why he had mentioned his name... He wanted to ask what role he played in Peter's life, but he couldn't he didn't want to interrupt him, or any of them for that matter.

"Hey," a small voice chimed in from his side, causing (Y/n) to jump in surprise. Startled by the sudden appearance, he turned to face the source of the voice, his heart racing.

"Hi," he squeaked, attempting to conceal his nervousness with a shy smile. His palms grew clammy as he struggled to find his composure in the presence of this unexpected visitor.

"You doing okay?" the newcomer asked, their voice filled with genuine concern. A gentle smile adorned their face, casting a warm and reassuring glow that eased (Y/n)'s apprehension.

"Yeah... I think." He looked down.

"If it makes you feel better... I think you look pretty tonight." Peter offered, his words laced with sincerity. His (Y/n) from his universe loved getting complements and praises, even in the worse situation. It makes his (Y/n) feel a little lightweight.

(Y/n) let out a small laugh. A faint blush crept onto (Y/n)'s cheeks, his nervous smile transforming into a more genuine expression. "Okay, that's weird..." The smile on his face not leaving. "But thanks though. You're actually the first person who told me that I'm pretty."

"Wait, really? Not even--" his head turned, and saw MJ leans her head against Peter. Peter relaxes into her. "Uhm. I'm sorry." He suddenly said.

(Y/n) who was still looking at him, with a small smile on his lips said, "What for?" He tried so hard not to look at where Mj and Peter sat. He knew what he would feel if he did, and he isn't really fond of feeling jealous, because he knows he doesn't have the right to.

"Everything. If you ever feel small or empty, just know that everyone in this room loves you so much," Peter 3 said, his voice filled with sincerity and compassion.

"How can you say that? You don't even know me," (Y/n) replied, his voice tinged with sadness and self-doubt.

"But I do... Well, the other you, from my universe. I think you two are very similar."

"Yeah? What was he like?" (Y/n) asked, a glimmer of curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Smart, kind, funny, gentle, obsessed with Academics... Cute. He has this look that could make you give in and say yes, even if he asks for something so unhinged. You'd do anything for him," Other Peter described, a fond smile forming on his lips.

"That sounds nice," (Y/n) remarked, a mixture of longing and melancholy in his voice.

"He's also very good at kissing. Can't leave that out," Older Peter added with a mischievous grin.

(Y/n) startled, holding onto Other Peter's shoulder to keep himself from falling. "You guys have to stop sneaking at me like that!"

"Sorry, just a habit," Older Peter apologized.

"Oh, yeah. Very good at kissing," Other Peter playfully chimed in.

"Well... I wouldn't know," (Y/n) replied, rolling his eyes in a lighthearted manner.

"He's very sweet you know. And I am very In love with him... And seeing you here, alone... It just brought memories..." Older Peter confessed, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

"Well, I'm sorry if my presence brought out darkness in your life," (Y/n) said, looking down, feeling ashamed and dejected. "I've always felt like I'm the problem."

"Hey, don't say that. You're not, and you will never be the problem. It's just, these so called dark time, happened because my (Y/n) wasn't there for me. And when he came into my life it was like the sun finally rose and stayed, providing me comfort and warmth,"

Peter 3 reassured him, his voice filled with genuine care.

"He's lucky, then. The two (Y/n). Very lucky. Because all I want is that," (Y/n) admitted, his voice breaking with emotion. "And... I could never have that. So, I hope he's doing great. I hope he doesn't feel what I feel now..."

"Good," (Y/n) nodded, appreciating the support and understanding.

"What have you always wanted?" Older Peter asked, his voice soft and compassionate.

"I don't know... I just want him to look at me. Like, you know..." His voice faded, and hands fumbling with the hem of his coat. "Like I'm his." His heart shattered, he knew that wasn't possible. He always convinced himself that Peter will never looked at him the way he wanted to be looked at. He tried to forget the thought that he was In love with his Best friend. So he went on countless dates, slept with some of them, but the feeling clung to him, and it seem it doesn't want to let go.

Peter 2 and 3 sat solemnly in front of (Y/n), their eyes heavy with disappointment. They had thought that every version of themselves fell in love with (Y/n). But in this universe, it seemed that fate had different plans.

Peter 3 spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "We don't understand it. We don't know why it had to be this way."

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat. It was one thing to know that the Peters from other universes were in love with him, but it was another to see the disappointment etched on the faces of the two in front of them. He knew that this wasn't their fault, that there was no way they could have predicted this outcome, but the guilt still lingered.

As they sat there in silence, (Y/n) couldn't help but think of the recent events that had transpired. The reveal of Peter Parker's secret identity and the betrayal of those they thought were their friends. It was all so overwhelming, and now, to add insult to injury, the universe had decided that he was not meant to find love.

Tears threatened to spill over, and (Y/n) couldn't bring himself to look at the two Peters in front of them. They knew that this was not their fault, that it was not the fault of anyone. It was just the cruel reality of the multiverse.

As they sat there in silence, the weight of the world heavy on their shoulders, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find love. If they would ever find someone who would love them for who they were, and not just because of some cosmic coincidence. But for now, all they could do was take solace in the fact that they had the support of the two Peters in front of them, even if they couldn't give them the love he desired.

***

Finally, the fight was over. After bidding farewell to Ned and MJ, Peter turned to (Y/n), his voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and resignation.

"(Y/n)..."

"No," (Y/n) managed to choke out, his voice strained with raw emotion. "You can't do this, Pete. You can't take away the memories." His plea hung in the air, his tears on the brink of spilling over.

(Y/n), we have no choice," Peter's voice cracked, the weight of their predicament bearing heavily upon him.

It was so unfair. (Y/n) couldn't fathom the injustice of it all. He couldn't have the one thing he wanted, and now they were discussing erasing everything? It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Screw the universe, screw destiny. "I love you, Peter," (Y/n) confessed, taking a shaky step closer to his best friend. "But you can't just take my memories away from me. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. My life was a wreck before I met you. You saved me even before you became Spider-Man. The memories we shared are too precious to lose. I don't want to forget you." Every fiber of his being longed to kiss Peter in that moment, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. MJ was right there. Right there...

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). We have no other choice," Peter said, his words laced with sorrow. Without giving (Y/n) a hug or a comforting touch, Peter flew away, leaving him behind.

Tears fell on his cheek, his head turned to the two Peter, shaking his head. Peter 2 looked defeated, and Peter 3 was confused as to why every Peter in every universe would fall in love with (Y/n), as this universe did not, and all Peter 3 could manage was to look a tad bit disappointed.

The last thing (Y/n) saw was Peter 3 giving him a reassuring smile. It was a smile that spoke a thousand words, conveying a sense of calmness and hope that everything will be okay. It was a smile that (Y/n) knew would stick in his mind for a long time to come.

THE END...?

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crypticpige · 1 year

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don't pay attention to the background I tried saving it

And while I messed up many times while rushing this, these the vibes I get from sun lmao

#idk how to tag help #TW blood #Solar lunacy #Fanart #Yall see how I almost messed up my own name #Who tries spelling pigeon with a d #Its literally on my screen im dumb #Smdh #Fnaf security breach #Sun #Sundrop #Bamsara #Fnaf sb #Fnaf daycare attendant #Solar lunacy fanart #Fnaf fanart

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 6 months

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Frozen genuinely works SO MUCH BETTER as a stage show then it does as a movie, probably because with musical's you have a lot more time to unpack everything, and Frozen is a VERY heavy story. Anna and Elsa's trauma is given so much more room to be explored in the musical because it doesn't need to be condensed for plot progression. We're allowed to just pause everything for like 3 minutes just to get a glimpse into what's going on in Elsa's mind, which I feel we really didn't get enough of in the original film. The extra time also gives them more of a chance to flesh out Anna and Kristoff's relationship, which, while I still think pairing them off at the end was unnecessary at BEST, does at least make them getting together make more sense then it does in the movie. They were also allowed to lean into the darker aspects of the story a lot more, since parents are less likely to take their kids to see a broadway show than they are to take them to a movie theater. The horror Elsa feels at the prospect of hurting people, or more specifically Anna, again is touched on so much more in depth in the musical. She also like, actively contemplates suicide that one time? "Do I kill the monster" - Elsa, in reference to herself. That would NOT have flown in the movie, I'll tell you that much. They're also allowed to be much hornier??? Which isn't necessarily a good thing, more neutral all things considered, but it is funny so I'll count that as a plus lmao.

Weirdly though, despite all the extra time, they did not take a minute to properly foreshadow Hans being the twist villain. Which you knew I had to bring it back to because complaining abt that fucking plot twist has been the only thing I've done in this fandom so far. In fact, I'd say the reveal is almost WORSE on stage, because they can't use all those camera angles that help build tension in the movie, and because the twist is so out-of-left-field there's literally no way to know it's coming unless you've already seen Frozen, which tbh I think the people that intially adapted the movie for broadway might've taken for granted. They took the time to give Hans his own solo number with TWO REPRISES, but don't take a moment to show the audience that he's actually the bad guy until the "if only there was someone who loved you" moment. Tbh it's kinda ironic, since the Hans plot twist is the #1 thing people tend to have a problem with in the original movie. My biggest issue with the Hans plot twist overall is that it really clutters the movie and just feels like a weird aside that distracts you from the actual. Plot. But since they have more room to work with it in the stage show, it didn't have to be that way! If they had revealed Hans' true intentions during, idk, maybe the end of the first Hans of the Southern Isles Reprise, it would've helped build tension in the later scene, because WE understand that Anna is in danger, but SHE doesn't. But alas, complaining about writing chocies you didn't like on the internet won't change them, so I am forced to look on the bright side. What is the bright side, you may ask?

RYAN MCCARTAN AS HANS THATS WHAT!!!!!!!

#also! shout out to the broadway version replacing First Time In Forever(reprise) with I Can't Lose You!!!#it's just the superior song tbh #frozen #frozen musical #broadway frozen #idk how to tag help #frozen elsa #frozen anna #why don't they have last names and if they do CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME!?!?!?!?#queen elsa #princess anna #kristoff bjorgman #hans of the southern isles #hans westergaard #late night ramblings #fronalysis #gal overanalyzes random shit

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Hii! Um.. Can I ask for Zoro or Kid scenarios pls? (Both would be best if possible) Love your work! <3

a/n - hi hi! Yes ofc, I’d be more than happy to do things for moss head and kid :) and I’m so glad you love my stuff 😭💜✨I hope that some cuddling and kissing hcs/scenarios are ok with you :) (for kid’s I kinda did something weird-)

warnings ⚠️ - fluff, g/n reader, minor suggestive part??

Zoro & Kid cuddling/kissing hcs

Zoro

- This man sleeps and we all know that 💀

- When he falls asleep on the deck and you just start leaning on him, hugging his torso (bitch won’t wake up💀 /j)

- He opens one eye, seeing you leaning on him and smirks

- He ends up putting his arm around you, pulling you closer to him

- almost like he’s saying, “they belong to me.” To his crew mates

- this man’s lowkey possessive and does NOT wanna share you at all

- he wants you all to himself 👌

- In the morning, when you two start to wake up, Zoro usually hugs you close from behind, his face mostly in the back of your head

- His bulky arms never let you go lmao

- His breath tickles your ear everytime, and when you move like an inch, he starts squeezing you tighter

- this asshole will tickle you if you’re ticklish

- he finds it amusing when you’re flailing your arms around while you helplessly get tickled by him

- THIS MAN WILL PIN YOUR LEGS OUTWARDS WITH HIS KNEES AND USE ONE HAND TO PIN YOUR ARMS ABOVE YOUR HEAD WHILE HE TICKLES YOU 👹

- But sometimes he can be soft and gentle, (this usually happens if you’re feeling down, or just not feeling great)

- in public, he may seem kinda cold and distant, but that’s just because he doesn’t want Sanji to start annoying him about giving you attention

- he is SO protective tho

- like one look from Sanji and the love cook is getting his ass whooped

- He always stays behind you, and when he finds people staring at you (because obviously you’re amazingly gorgeous or handsome) he puts his arm around your waist, then stares at them with his dark green eyes

- man is possessive af sometimes. 💀

Scenario - Sunny Mornings ☀️

You felt the warm body behind you, breathing against your ears. The mornings you had with your lover were always the best. You felt the familiar feeling of strong arms around your waist, hugging you close to them. Your eyes slowly started to open, coming into contact with the world. As you shifted your body slightly, Zoro instantly started to hug your tighter, squeezing you towards him. He grumbled drowsily, “Where are you going..?” He mumbled, his eyes still closed. You softly laugh, he was always clingy in the mornings, although he'd never admit that during the day. "I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to move a bit." You reassured him as he groaned, continuing to be half-asleep. You moved his arms away, and he grumbled with an irritated tone. He felt colder without your body near him, he needed you right next to him when you slept together. His wishes came true, you turned around to face him, and you entangled your legs with his, wrapping your arms around his torso. He opened one of his eyes drowsily, smirking as he wrapped one of his legs around your waist, only entangling your legs even more. He placed his chin on the top of your head, continuing to snuggle with you for the rest of the sunny morning with a comforting smile.

BONUS (hehe) - When it was finally time to get out of your shared bed, Zoro first tried to detangle your legs from the mess of your previous cuddling position. You were still half-asleep, and you groaned when he started to move away from you. "Y/n- I can't sleep all day, you know I wish I could." He grumbled, struggling to stand up and sit up. His leg was stuck around your waist, and your legs were tangled up with his. When he tried to stand up, one of his legs were still caught up with yours, so when he went to take a step, he fell down, pulling you down with him. "What the hell-?!" He yelled, grunting when he felt your body fall on top of him. You laughed, laying your head on his chest again, "I'm going to tickle you stop laughing." He threatened with a smirk, holding his hands out menacingly. You instantly shut up, but he smiled, starting to tickle your sides. You laughed uncontrollably, and afterwards your stomach and sides hurt for around 20 minutes :') you forced Zoro to cuddle you for an hour as payback, but he didn’t really see that as a punishment. he won’t ever say that out loud though because he still wants to cuddle you :3 “I’m sorry y/n- Are you still mad at me..?” Zoro asked with an actual genuine sounding apology. “Hmm. I dunno.” You replied with a smirk as he looked at you with a deadpan face. He held up his fingers again, moving them around like spiders as he started to smile. “Don’t you dare-!” You shouted before he started tickling you again, pinning your legs and arms up with his own. As you were laughing, he dove in, pressing his lips against yours roughly. His tongue slid into your mouth like a snake, playing and dancing with yours. You were shocked and taken by surprise, you didn’t even expect this to happen. When he pulled away, a string of mixed saliva connecting your lips, he smirked. “Still mad?” He asked, laying on top of you. What could you even say to that..? Your ears were tinted red, and you looked away, “No.. I’m not mad Zoro.” You replied softly, looking away from him as he chuckled. “Love you.” Zoro said, kissing your cheek before climbing off of you, putting on his shirt again. “Love you too.” You replied with a smile, waving at Zoro as he left your shared room.

Kid

- he’s a scary looking dude ngl

- everyone’s supposed to fear him right?

- hah not you

- kid is always so confused as to why you want to cuddle with him or hug him

- “Y/n… Have you seen my arm?”

- “Uh- no why..?”

- “It’s made out of fucking metal.”

- You have to beg him to cuddle you lmao

- He will NEVER ask you until he’s super comfortable with it

- When you first cuddle him, it’s like you’re hugging a wooden post

- He’s so stiff my god 💀

- He’s a pretty strong guy so he’s worried about accidentally crushing you

- Please reassure him that he won’t crush you 😭

- Once he’s comfortable with it tho, he’s a cuddle bug 🥺

- He LOVES holding you with your head close to his chest, it’s his literal favorite thing because he can smell your hair and lean his face into it to be able to smell it the entire time

- Your hair smells just- amazing to him, and it calms him down after a really stressful day

- (and this is just a lil’ thing I thought up-) if he has a nightmare, and wakes up in the middle of the night, being able to instantly smell your hair is such a comfort for him

- it tells him that you’re still there with him (man imma go cuddle a pillow now)

- ALSO- he enjoys being nestled where you’re hugging him close to your chest so he can hear your heartbeat

- Running your fingers through his god soft hair makes him a happy boi

- He hates admitting that he likes being the little spoon sometimes ;)

- Like Zoro, Kid has little sense of gentleness (have you seen this man..?)

- When he’s kissing you it’s so rough but also it’s the right amount where it’s not hurting you

- He likes to carry you up and set you on the counter to kiss you since he’s so tall

- He’s also the type to kiss you out in public to show people that you belong to him-

- he ain’t ashamed of pda at all lmao

- nah no one can give you a glance without him putting his arm around you, keeping you nearby him while glaring at them

- he once beat up a dude looking you up and down 💀

- please reassure him that you’ll never leave him- just so he doesn’t worry about it a lot :’) he has that worry in the back of his mind

- He often asks himself if he’s too violent for you, does he scare you?

- tell him no, and that you love him everyday 🥺

Scenario - Jealousy ❤️

Taking a walk outside with kid was great except for one thing.. He very easily became jealous. The slightest glance from someone could earn them a death glare, and an arm around your waist. Today, you told him that today would be different, “Kid, I promise. I PROMISE, I’m never going to leave you. I’m not gonna leave with some random person on the street who makes eye contact with me. I love you. Not them-!” You would tell him, pulling him by his collar down to you so that you both were eye to eye. He growled, having a tint of pink on his cheeks when you said, “I love you.” “You don’t think I know that?? I don’t get jealous y/n!” He replied with an irritated expression. He huffed and crossed his arms, opening the door, getting ready to walk outside. You followed him outside, Killer accompanied you two as well. Maybe it truly was you accompanying them on their mission.. But kid didn’t really care, he let you come along since it wasn’t a dangerous mission. When you three came up to the town square, Kid turned around and stopped. “Kid, he’s right there.” Killer pointed out, staring at a man wearing all black, as well as a rather interesting looking top hat. “Y/n, stay here, we’ll be back.” Kid said, walking towards the alleyway along with Killer before disappearing behind the corner.

You decided to just look around the new city, the scenery was quite beautiful. Blue skies with specks of fluffy white clouds, the bustling crowds running back and forth with happiness and some stress. You saw an interesting stand-up shop, and walked towards it, taking a look at the merchandise. A man walked up beside you, also looking at the merchandise, you paid no attention to it, why would it be suspicious at all? The man tapped you on the shoulder, “Forgive me, but I couldn’t help but notice you look absolutely stunning..” The man said with a smile. You couldn’t help but smile, whatever this guy was saying was kind of corny, but you went along with it. “Why thank you, kind sir.” You said back in a slightly more esteemed tone. He smiled at you, continuing to look at the pieces of jewelry that sparkled in the bright sun. “Perhaps this one would suit you?” He asked, holding up a golden necklace to your collar. The necklace had a pendant in the middle of a gemstone the exact color of your eyes. The stone almost reflected a ray of color into your eyes when you looked straight at it. You smiled gratefully, “Thank you.. But I don’t think I can afford it today.” You said with a kind smile. It was a lovely offer, but you didn’t think Kid would want you buying random things from this town, especially if it’s a town they haven’t been in yet. “Well then, how about I purchase it for you?” He asked you, chuckling softly. This man sure was quite the “Prince Charming”. “Oh- no please don’t do that. You really don’t need to.” You protested with a slightly anxious look. Now this guy was starting to get a bit too pushy for your comfort zone. He kept saying over and over that he would purchase it, and how gorgeous you looked. When you tried to slip away, he grabbed your wrist tightly, squeezing it harshly. You grunted in pain, swinging your free arm towards his face, ready to land a strike. But the man was two steps ahead already, he grabbed that hand and made you immobile, leaning into your face. The store clerk was a bit frightened, and he opened his mouth to say something, “Let go of me!” You shouted, leaning backwards to get away from him, struggling to kick his shins with the heels of your shoes. He wouldn’t even budge! What was this guy??

Suddenly, a hand would grab the man by the collar, choking him as he was raised off the ground. “The fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” A familiar growling voice asked with such rage in his voice. “Kid-!” You shouted, relieved that he had come at such a great time. Kid was beyond enraged, someone was touching you, that was absolutely unacceptable. He slammed the man into the wall, repeatedly beating his face down with his metallic arm. Killer stood by you, checking if you were alright before making sure you were protected while Kid beat the man’s face up. You started to think it was going too far, Kid was about to kill him, no- did he already kill him? “Kid-! That’s enough it’s ok! He didn’t do anything to me!” You shouted, trying to get your lover to stop beating the man. “Y/n, stay behind Killer.” Kid said with a crazed look in his eyes. He was scaring you, he wasn’t listening at all. “You’re scaring me! Please stop!” You yelled, grabbing his arm. He snapped out of it when you said those words, he shook his head, slamming the guy to the ground as he walked back towards you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said with a gentle look in his eyes. You sighed with relief, jumping into his arms and embracing him tightly. His eyes widened at the gesture, “Don’t worry, he barely did anything.” You said to him, kissing his cheek. His cheeks flushed bright red as he pushed you off, “Ok- I get it!” He shouted, trying to hide his blushing face. “Kid… You do realize you just got really jealous right? You almost killed him.” You mentioned as he grunted. “I DON’T GET FUCKING JEALOUS!” He yelled angrily as you laughed, hugging his arm, leaning into his shoulder. “I want hugs when we get back, that’s your punishment for scaring me.” You said with order in your voice. “…Fine,” he replied, hiding the red on his cheeks by turning away from you. You smiled at your lover, he was just so perfect.. Perfect in every way <3

a/n - idk why tf kid’s scenario is so much longer than Zoro’s but- I hope you all enjoy :)

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aisclosed · 1 year

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 17 . Let Me In (20 Cube)

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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It's dark. The only source of light is the small lamp in the corner and the dim screen that illuminates Jungwon’s face. His fingers hover listlessly over his phone screen, landing once again on the Twitter icon.

Jungwon chews on the inside of his cheek as he refreshes your profile. Once. Twice. And again. Nothing new, just like the last 40 times he had performed this ritual. So he resorts again to looking at your last tweet.

He basically has your caption memorized at this point, and your image burned into the back of his eyelids. That doesn't stop him from examining the picture over once again, committing each detail to memory. “She's on a date with him, that could've been you. It should've been you,” a traitorous voice hisses spitefully in his head.

“Shut up. It couldn’t have been me because I wouldn't have been able to afford to take her to such a nice restaurant in the first place. That's why I’m even in this position. Stupid La Raisin or whatever it's called.” Jungwon rebukes the envious voice bitterly.

He sighs at the realization that he’d officially lost his sanity and had begun arguing with his inner consciousness. Closing his phone with a resounding click, Jungwon watches as your picture fades to black and tosses the device somewhere to his side.

Exhaling deeply, Jungwon stares at his ceiling trying desperately to distract himself from the fact that you were somewhere, sitting across from Na Jaemin, probably planning your perfect future together. One that doesn't include him. Fuck this sucks so bad.

It's silent, save for the occasional honks of traffic outside and the muffled laughter and yells from his roommates downstairs. Silence that only welcomes more thoughts that inevitably trail back to you. Maybe I should’ve joined game night. Anything would be better than drowning in my own self pity up here alone.

His inner monologue is broken by the chime of a single notification. Jungwon reaches for his phone wearily, expecting a chiding text from Jake for sulking in his room again. But his screen reads differently.

Y/N <3 : Hey. I’m outside. Let me in?

Jungwon stares unblinkingly at his phone, waiting for the mirage to fade from view. Or a follow up text that says 'wrong person sorry' or 'jk its a prank'. It doesn't, instead another bubble pops up underneath the previous one and Jungwon’s heart feels as if it might leap out of his throat.

Y/N <3 : Come on Jungwon, don’t make me ring the doorbell. Just open up, yeah?

Jungwon blinks, and in a flash he’s bounding down the stairs before he can even think to deny you. He ignores the way his roommates' heads turn curiously at his haste, stalking over to the door and throwing it open.

You jolt at the sudden movement before your eyes land on Jungwon and you relax into an easy smile, “Hey Jungwon.”

Jungwon stares back at you, as if he can’t believe that you were truly in front of him. His eyes trail over the satin fabric of your dress, the fur haphazardly draped over your shoulders, and the necklace that sits snugly in the hollows of your clavicle. You swallow nervously at his lack of response and his eyes follow the movement up to your flushed face, finally landing on your eyes.

“Jungwon? Who is it? You good?” Sunoo questions from inside the house but Jungwon doesn't bother replying. Shifting awkwardly at the tense air, you cock your brow teasingly at Jungwon, trying to fake nonchalance. “So? Are you gonna let me in?”

Jungwon wordlessly opens the door a bit wider, tilting to the side to offer you entry. Internally you sigh in relief and step inside, ignoring how Jungwon’s fingers brush against your waist to steady you as you take off your heels.

Choosing not to wait for Jungwon’s direction, you make your way further into the house. You greet the boys with a quick wave before marching up the stairs to Jungwon’s room, plopping yourself down onto the edge of his bed. Jungwon’s stood still at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at where you had disappeared into his bedroom.

“Bro, what are you doing? You’ve been miserable for weeks. Go. Talk to her.” Jake motions exasperatedly at Jungwon who nods numbly, stumbling up the stairs. Jungwon walks into his room shutting the door behind him, finally facing where you look at him expectantly from his bed. You gesture for Jungwon to sit beside you but he declines with a shake of his head, standing at an arm's length from you.

He regards you for a second, taking in your appearance. Unlike the usual sweats and oversized tees you donned around him, you were dressed to the nines. It suited you, the draped satin across your body, the fur coat that had slipped slightly, exposing your bare shoulder that seemed to glow under the moonlight.

Your jewelry glitters even in the dim lighting, and it's almost painful to look at, the way you shone. You didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable in your attire, you wore it like a second skin.

You looked so out of place amongst Jungwon's simple belongings. His jaw clenches at the thought, you were right in front of him, but you had never felt farther out of reach.

“Why are you here?” Jungwon asks quietly and your smile falters slightly at the question. It’s the first thing he’s saying to you after weeks of radio silence, and it stings. You push down the hurt that bubbles underneath the surface of your skin and shrug impassively.

“I wanted to see you, I missed you,” you answer simply. “You didn’t miss me?” Your eyes bore into Jungwon intently, scanning his face for any indication of the warmth you so desperately craved.

Jungwon brushes off your words, continuing resolutely, “You should be on your date with Jaemin, why are you here Y/N?”

Anger flares in your chest, and you scoff, crossing your arms in annoyance. “Jungwon, do you really dislike me that much?”

“No, I-”

“Then why do you insist on forcing me to go through with this Jaemin thing? Why do you insist on ignoring my feelings and distancing yourself from me? At this point I'm just convinced that you’re sick of me,” you glare at Jungwon accusingly.

“I am not sick of you,” Jungwon splutters indignantly, “I just want what's best for you. Jaemin is a nice dude with a stable future, he’s perfect for you. You're supposed to be with someone like him.”

You throw your hands up in frustration, “Oh my fucking god Jungwon. I want you. What don’t you understand about that? Even Jaemin can see that I’m not supposed to be with him, I belong here with you. And if you don’t want me here then just tell me. But if you do, stop hiding behind this Jaemin thing just because you’re too much of a coward to admit to yourself that you have feelings for me.”

Jungwon’s nostrils flare at your accusations and his fists clench tightly at his side. “I’m not hiding behind anything,” Jungwon snaps, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in the world, and I want to be selfish but I can't.

I have nothing to offer you. I’m a dance major not some CEO, I don’t even know where I'll be in 5 years. I can’t guarantee a secure future for you. I won’t subject you to a life where you have to give up on your wishes and be forced to work in your dad’s company for me. So if being with Jaemin means that you’re secure and happy then yeah, I'm going to push you towards him.”

“Honestly Jungwon, you're worse than my father,” you scoff rolling your eyes, “Regardless of all the shitty comments my dad made, at least he left the final decision to me. But you? You chose for me without even considering or asking what I wanted. I don’t care about my future if you’re not in it. What made you even think for a second that I would care about any of that?”

“Yeah? Well I care. I care because I know you deserve the entire world and I can't give you that. I can’t even come close. And I won’t be able to live with myself knowing that I robbed you of the life you deserve just because I was too fucking selfish to let you go,” Jungwon seethes through gritted teeth.

You rise to your feet in anger, stalking over to where Jungwon stands, leveling him with a steely glare. “None of that matters to me, Jungwon. I don't care if you don't think you’re what I deserve. You're what I want. You're what I need. And if you didn't want me, if you didn’t want more from us and you were happy with the way things were between us? I was fine with that. I could deal with the burden of my feelings being unrequited.”

“I would’ve been fine if we had stayed nothing more than friends, as long as it meant you were a part of my life,” your stare hardens and you poke Jungwon’s chest angrily, “But you wanted to cut me out of your life entirely. Are you seriously okay with us ending like this?”

Jungwon grips your wrist tightly, halting your motions and yanking you closer to glower into your eyes. “Don't you get it? There could never have been an us in the first place, you think that doesn't kill me? To know that you’ve always been out of my reach and I’ve just deluded myself the past few months into playing along with this stupid fantasy? Y/N, you were never mine to begin with.”

Something inside of you snaps. With your free hand you grab a fistful of Jungwon’s collar and pull him down. Your lips crash together in a bruising kiss, fueled by a desperation to make Jungwon understand just how wrong he was.

Jungwon stiffens at the contact before giving in, finally allowing himself to do what he had yearned to for the past month. He melts into the kiss, slotting his lips against yours with equal intensity. Jungwon releases your wrist , his hands sliding up your jaw to cradle the sides of your cheeks in an attempt to bring you impossibly closer.

You kiss Jungwon with the force of every drop of emotion you feel for him. But Jungwon kisses you like it may be his last opportunity to ever do so, as if you're already slipping through the gaps of his fingers. He kisses you like goodbye.

The sentiment is enough to jar you from the feeling of his lips against yours and you break apart, panting as you look up at Jungwon with blazing eyes.

You take a shaky inhale. “Don't ever fucking say that. Not when everything I’ve ever wanted and needed is there in your eyes. I love you Jungwon. I love you more than what I know what to do with,” you step back, letting Jungwon's hands drop limply from from your face. You run your hands through your hair in aggravation, jaw clenching as you look for the words to somehow get through to him.

“I’ve always been yours, and I always will be, whether you want me or not. I told you before, I’ll take every bit of you that you allow me to have. But I refuse to concede what you’ve already given to me. It's not fair. I refuse to lose you entirely, especially just because you're too much of a coward to even take a chance on us,” your chest heaves under the weight of your confession.

Jungwon’s brain feels as if it’s short circuiting, he knows you’re waiting for an answer but all he can think of is pulling you in for another kiss. He opens his mouth to say something, but the vision of you before him, with disheveled hair and reddened lips has his mind coming up blank.

You scan Jungwon’s face, not really knowing exactly what you're looking for. He's still frozen, his mouth opening and closing around sentences that refuse to escape. The pretty flush of his cheeks and his blown out pupils are enough to make your anger deflate and you collect yourself with a shuddering breath.

In the absence of the adrenaline and the blood roaring in your ears, you feel the brunt of the exhaustion and the emotional toll the night had taken on you.

You drag your hand down your face with a groan looking up at Jungwon tiredly, “Look Wonnie, I’m sorry. This isn't how I wanted this conversation to go. You don't have to give me an answer right now. I know it's a lot. So just take some time to think everything over okay? And if you're still not sure that's fine, we can figure it out together. But please, just don’t shut me out again.”

You give a small smile and utter softly, “I really do love you Yang Jungwon, more than anything. I’m gonna go home now okay?”

Jungwon's unable to do anything but nod stiffly in response, swallowing harshly. You give him a final fond smile and turn to leave and his fingers twitch slightly in a last attempt to reach for you.

You open the door and six boys stumble in, landing in a heaped mess at your feet. They scramble to their feet stammering apologies and excuses, as you smirk at all of them in amusement.

With a shake of your head you wave them off wearily and leave, sparing one last glance back to find Jungwon still glued to the spot you left him, his eyes firmly stuck on you.

The room is dead silent as the boys wait with baited breath to hear the front door click shut. The close of the door is deafening and all six heads swivel towards Jungwon.

“Hyung, holy shit. That was insane.” Niki says reverently and Jungwon nods mutely, letting himself crumple against the side of the bed.

The comment sparks a bombardment of questions and exclamations but all Jungwon can hear is the echoes of your confessions ringing in his ears.

His mind races back to the way your lips molded perfectly against his, the brightness of your eyes under your lashes when you finally pulled away. The barely subsided heat crawls back up his cheeks and Jungwon buries his face in his palms with a strangled whimper.

“Fuck I think I'm in love with her.”

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dykeysam · 8 months

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stay tuned for more macdennis x fob posts they make me so sick

#macdennis #sunnyfob #iasip #fob #early fob to early macdennis #mac pov obviously….#ive been brainrotting over both fob and macden so much #and my friend has been going insane over this specific part #a few select people will get it alright #RCG wrote the scripts while playing from under the cork tree #thinking about them at all times of the day #edit #macdennis edit #idk how to tag help

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Every Scaramouche smut fanfic is never complete without some unannounced (definitely not unwelcomed) choking whilst he rails into you mercilessly

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seveninchesovsatanicpanic · 1 year

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Oh, Who Is He?

pt. 1 (You're here!)

pt. 2 (in the works)

pt. 3

Word count: 1,381 words

Warnings: Typical COD violence, near death experiences, blood loss, passing out

Us men are starving in the cod fandom

Simon "Ghost" Riley x male!reader

When Y/N gets injured, Ghost comes to save the day. After he recovers, he comes back better than ever and even impresses the unimpressionable Simon Riley.

Oh, Who Is He?

The balaclava mask on Y/N's face seems too tight, too sticky. He realizes the reason the mask was sticky, as he opens his eyes, is that it's raining. He stares up at the sky for a moment to regain control of his body. His fingers can wiggle, his neck can turn, but his left leg can't move at all. He doesn't have the courage to look down at it. Suddenly, all of the previous events come streaming back through his head like a movie, in third person.

"Flash, how copy?" Ghost mutters through the receiver.

"I'll live." Y/N had been shot through the stomach, but there was an exit hole which meant he was in the clear if he wasn't passed out already.

"Atta boy, where are you?" Y/N felt his face heat up at the praise as he looked at his surroundings.

"There's a fruit market. Shadows everywhere. Killing civs." He shakes his head and sighs. "It's gruesome."

"Get to the church on the other side of town, Soap and you will RV with me there."

"Hard copy, L.T. Welcome to guerrilla warfare." He chuckles into the receiver before shutting off his mic. He listens to Soap and Ghost's banter as he clears houses, looking for things to fight with.

He found a shotgun in a coat closet in one of the houses, but he deemed it too loud to sneak around with. He decided on a makeshift knife made from broken glass and twine from a dead body. One shadow, two shadows, all of the dead bodies lay as markers of his path. He crosses over the bridge, spotting the church.

"Ghost, can you see me?" He whispers as he takes down another shadow. "I'm on the bridge in front of the church."

"I've got eyes on you." The gruff voice brings him a sense of comfort. "There's a group of shadows heading towards the bridge, don't confront them. Hide and stay out of sight."

"Copy, sir. Staying out of sight." He releases the button on the receiver and hides underneath a truck not too far from the bridge.

By the time he registered the grenade near his legs, it was too late. The beeping coming from it was ending as he turned around and scrambled from the bottom of the truck.

Boom.

It shook the ground, the car exploded and had flipped over. Y/N could barely register the screaming of his name in his ear before he passed out.

Shadows came around and took a look at him on the ground, pinned beneath the truck. They dissipated as they deemed him immobile and no need to kill him.

Ghost storms from the church, killing the shadows in there in the process. "I'm going to Flash, Soap! Get to the bridge and help me!" Ghost had never heard himself in such a panic. His chest heaves as he runs to Y/N, taking down more shadows as he goes. Once he knows the coast is clear, he runs over to him and kneels next to him. Y/N's eyes flutter open and his fingers twitch.

"Hey there, kid." The scruff voice not coming from his headpiece scared him a bit, but he realizes it's from Ghost as he looks around.

Y/N looks down and takes a deep breath. The truck on his legs made them numb, and there was blood splattered on the windshield. He guesses from himself. He reaches a hand up to his face and the glove comes back down, covered in sticky blood. "How bad is it, L.T.?"

Y/N can barely recognize his own voice as he speaks, but Ghost just shakes his head. "Don't talk. Save your energy. We need to get you out from under this, alright? I'm going to lift it up and you're going to pull yourself out. Your arms work, yes?"

He nods and Ghost lifts the truck. He scoots himself out from under it as Ghost grunts and drops the truck. "Damn, those things are heavy."

Y/N looks down at his legs, mangled and his foot facing a way it shouldn't be. He sucks in a breath at the surge of pain that runs through his body after looking at it. "God dammit." He growls out, ripping a piece of his shirt off. He ties it around his leg to minimize the bleeding, but he can already feel his eyesight starting to blacken. "Shit, not now." Ghost is at his side, tying another cloth around the other leg.

"I found a military truck we can take to the safe house just outside of the city. Come on, get up." Ghost reaches down and grips Y/N's tricep, pulling him up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. Y/N groans in pain and nearly sobs. "God, this hurts, Ghost."

"I know, I know." Ghost mutters. He grabs the receiver on his chest and all but screams into his mic. "Soap, where the fuck are you?"

"Around the corner, sir." Y/N hears Soap reply as he rounds the corner by them. Soap pants as he gets closer and he looks at the wounds.

"Christ, Flash. Are you sure we'll be able to do something in time?"

"Not if you don't haul your ass into that truck." Ghost demands, opening the door. Ghost then sets Y/N in the middle of the seats, squished between Ghost and Soap. Not that he was complaining.

Ghost puts his hand behind the passenger seat and reverses over some shadows. The trek to the safe house with the medics is nearly ten minutes, and Ghost clears it in nearly four.

During the bumpy ride, Ghost yells at Y/N while Soap is turned around in his seat, shooting down shadows shooting at them from behind.

“You’ve got to stay awake, do you hear me?” Ghost yells, making a sharp turn.

Y/N’s head rolls to the side and he blinks slowly, trying to stay conscious. As his eyes flutter, Soap turns back around and shakes him, but to no avail. He’s gone, and now it’s a race against time.

When they get into the safe house, nearly every medic surrounds Y/N, blood dripping onto the floor as they lift him into a cot. Outside of the house, Ghost sits with a hand on his chin, just sitting there, bouncing his legs.

Would Y/N make it? He hopes so. He doesn't want to lose another comrade and friend. He might even have more than platonic feelings for Flash, but it'll be a miracle sent from God if he actually admits it to himself or others.

A medic steps outside a few minutes later, about 30 minutes since they arrived. Ghost and Soap look up from the places they were sitting at. "Is he okay?" Is the first thing Ghost says.

"He is alright. He's actually awake and asking how you guys are doing, if you want to step in." The nurse smiles and opens the door for them. Both of the men practically run in.

Y/N is laying in bed, both legs bandaged and doped up on pain meds. "Hey guys." He smiles lazily.

"Hey, Flash." Ghost smiles beneath his mask. "How are ya doing?" Soap asks, sitting on the chair next to the man on the bed.

"I'm alright. They said I'd be sent home once they can reach Laswell and get a 'copter to take me out." He looks between the two. "You guys look like hell."

"You don't look too good yourself." Ghost snaps back. Y/N nods and laughs a bit.

Eventually enough, the helicopter comes and picks up Y/N from the base to take him home for recovery. On the ride there, Y/N falls sound asleep to the hum and rocking of the helicopter. Ghost refused to let him out of his sight for reasons he won’t even admit to himself, so he got Laswell to let him go home with the sleeping man and take care of him. Laswell made him promise to take care of Y/N until he’s healthy enough to go back out into the world and fight alongside him again; she had made it part of his duties as Y/N’s superior.

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