#it's a delicate game!! i also need to redo my ''songs for when you have a bad day'' playlist and break it in two

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Alright so.

Miku playlist that's all techno shit

General vocaloid playlist that's all techno shit

Pouf playlist that's just entirely made of miku songs

Vintage vocaloid required listening playlist

Iconic vocaloid songs required listening playlist

[nerdypanda3126]

Casualty of Timing

a/n: This is a prequel to “You Look Good in My Shirt”. In that fic, I wrote the make up, but I didn’t give much context for the break up since I didn’t want it to be the focus. 

So while I was thinking about how that felt a bit incomplete to me, Die from a Broken Heart by Maddie and Tae popped up in my playlist and gave me this little scene. And then I had an incredibly stressful day at work, which gave me the fuel for the emotions behind this. It can be read by itself, but I’ll link to the make up at the bottom again cause... reasons. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to post this and to @livrever for giving it a read through! 

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Marinette gaped at the spread of food Luka had prepared for her as she walked in the door—complete with candles and flowers and a tablecloth—and worried for a moment she’d forgotten a big event. Anniversary? No. It wasn’t her birthday. It wasn’t his birthday.

“What’s all this?” she finally asked.

Luka shrugged and grinned as he uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured out two generous glasses. “I thought we could spend a little time together tonight, if that’s okay?”

“Luka, I would love to,” she said, her voice full of true regret. “But I told Adrien I’d meet him at the studio in fifteen minutes.”

He finished his pour, set the bottle and glasses back down, then paused to look at her. She still had her coat on and her keys in her hands. “You just got home,” he said. “You’re already leaving again?”

She shrugged her coat off and hung it next to his leather jacket. “This collection is demanding a lot of my time. I told you I wouldn’t be around much until after the show.”

“You did tell me that. But you also told me you’d be home tonight.”

“And then one of the gowns I’ve been working on for weeks trailed into a bucket of dye today and it’ll take all the time I have left just to fix it.” She didn’t mean to sound so annoyed. It wasn’t directed at Luka; more at her own oversight and the tediousness of having to redo the work. “Adrien offered to help me tonight so we could get back on track.”    

If she hadn’t known him better, she would’ve missed the split second that his jaw tensed before he forced himself to relax. Forced his expression into something neutral and blank. She hated it when he did that. He always felt like he didn’t need to burden her with what he was feeling. But it always created a fight until she’d pulled it out of him.

“What?” she asked.

“What do you mean ‘what?’”

“You’re mad at something.”

“I’m not mad.” He smiled as if to prove his point, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He blew out the candles before he lifted the steaming plates of food and moved towards the kitchen. She followed him warily.

“Luka will you just tell me? I don’t have time to play the guessing game tonight.”

He lifted an annoyed eyebrow at that, but still said nothing as he set the plates down and turned away for a container.  

“Fine. I’m gonna go change before I meet Adrien. I’ll talk to you about it later?” She braced herself on his elbow as she reached up to press a kiss to his cheek. Again, she noticed the way his jaw clenched under her lips, and the way he didn’t lean into her touch like he normally did. She sighed as she pulled away and tugged her phone out of her pocket, setting her keys down as she did.

“I thought you were heading out,” he said as he tipped the meal he’d made into the container. Her plate, she assumed, due to the slightly bigger portion of roasted vegetables that he knew were her favorite. He’d made all her favorites, it seemed. It smelled amazing.

Her stomach grumbled at the thought of the missed meal and she eyed the container Luka had scraped everything into. There was a microwave at the studio, but if she hurried maybe it would still be hot and she could eat it there. She tapped out her text quickly and set her phone down on the counter to look up at Luka again.

“I’m letting Adrien know there’s something you want to talk about and I’ll head out after.”

“Marinette.” He stopped in his movements and leveled her with a look. “Go. Seriously. There’s nothing we need to talk about that can’t wait until after you meet Adrien.”

The bitter way he said Adrien’s name pricked against her ear.

“Is that what this is about?”

He blew out a breath. “This is nothing. I’m not annoyed, I’m not mad, I’m fine. You don’t have to be late for anything on my account.” He snapped the lid on the first container and started on the second.

“You are annoyed, though. You think I don’t know you well enough by now to tell?”

He opened his mouth, shut it, and clenched his jaw again before he took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. She reached out to tap the toe of her shoe gently against his.

“Please tell me?”

His eyes flashed at her before he sighed and finished putting his own portion away. She waited as patiently as she dared for him to gather his thoughts. As soon as the food was safely put away in the fridge, he turned to face her again and she was surprised at how dark his eyes had gotten. Stormy. It wasn’t like him.

“It feels like you’re running away from me,” he said finally, quietly. “I never see you anymore, just a quick hello and goodbye in the mornings, and you come home late at night after I’m asleep. After I’m asleep, Marinette, which is quite a feat. What could you possibly be doing out that late?”

“I’m at work with—”

“Adrien. I know.”

If the first time he’d said Adrien’s name was bitter, this time it was positively acrid.

“Are you…?” No. He wasn’t. She shouldn’t even say it. But it was her only guess for why he was acting like this. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not—” his voice cracked as he tensed and he ran a hand through his hair before he took another calming breath. “I’m not jealous of Adrien,” he said carefully, emphasizing each word as if he were explaining to a child.  “But you are spending a lot of time with him lately. You’re practically living at that studio.”

“I told you, it’s my work. I lose track of time, I get absorbed. You should know all about that. You lock yourself in that room for days at a time sometimes.” She gestured to said room. The second bedroom that she’d hoped would someday be a nursery, taken over by guitars and a tornado of ripped sheet music and a drumset and there was a keyboard in there now? She didn’t even know he played keyboard, let alone needed one.

“I do get that—”

“And that’s another thing. You’re accusing me of never being home? When you’re the one out all the time at odd hours, sometimes here, sometimes there, I never know where you are, when you'll be back. At least you know right where you can find me.”

“So I have to come find you to spend time with you, is that it?”

“That’s not—” Marinette huffed impatiently. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, you’re just as absorbed in your work as I am. In your music. If I didn’t make an effort to come see you play, I’m not sure I’d ever see you either.”

“An effort?” He snorted and brushed past her back to the table to continue cleaning up. “An effort,” he repeated. “Do you mean the one show you’ve made it to in the past two months? That’s your effort?”

“What do you want from me? To drop everything I’m working on to listen to you play covers all night long? You’ve been working on one original song since I’ve known you and—”

“And it’s still not right yet!” At the same time he snapped at her, his hand tightened around the bowl of the wine glass he had picked up and it shattered. He jumped away from the mess on instinct. Marinette grabbed the kitchen towel and moved towards him to clean him up and check his hand, but he recoiled away from her.

“Luka, your hands…” She tried again to come closer.

“Does it matter? It’s not like my music will ever amount to anything. So why bother?” His sarcasm was venomous and she flinched away from him. As if to prove his point, he clenched his fists, wincing as a splinter of glass cut deeper into his palm.

She sighed and knelt to dab at the spill on the floor instead. “That’s not what I said and you know it.”

“You’re right. You were saying you don’t have time for me anymore.”

She stopped and looked up at him. At his clenched fists and narrowed eyes and tense posture. She dropped the towel and stood, slowly, to face him again. “Luka, what is this about?”

After an intense pause between them, he sighed and dug in his pocket to produce a little velvet box and tossed it over to her. She caught it, and when she fumbled it open to find a small cushion cut diamond set in a delicate gold band, her hand flew up to cover her mouth. When she looked back up at him, he hadn’t moved. He was still tense, those stormy eyes watching her reaction. This must’ve been why he’d been out at gigs more often lately. Who knew how long it had taken him to scrape together his tips to buy this as well as keep his part of the bills paid.

He’d had a plan tonight. To propose to her. And she’d picked a fight with him.

He scoffed and ran his injured hand through his hair before he brushed past her again. Back to the bedroom where he kept his instruments. She expected him to lock himself inside, but he came back a moment later with his acoustic strapped to his back. He glanced back at her once, then grabbed his jacket and yanked the door open.

She was frozen. She wanted to tell him to stay. She wanted to tell him she loved him and they could work it out. But in that last glance she could see how long he’d kept this to himself. She could see his struggle, the weight on him. She was never home. Off with Adrien, focused on her work. He was never home. Off trying to make a name for himself, trying to build a life for them. They never saw each other. Tonight was proof enough of that.

So she watched as he paused on the doorstep. She watched as he looked back at her with all the hurt written so plainly across his face, along with regret. And she watched as he shook his head and turned away to pull the door closed after himself.

She didn’t know how long she stood there after he left, staring at the closed door, holding the little box containing what was supposed to be her engagement ring.

When her body finally released itself from its paralysis, she wiped away tears she hadn’t realized had been streaming down her face. Numbly, she set the box on the table and knelt to resume dabbing at the splotch of red wine on the carpet. But no matter how she tried, it wouldn’t come up. It had set in. She kept rubbing at it, her tears starting to flow again, her body convinced that if she could fix this. If she could get this stain out. If she could undo the damage that had been done. He’d come back.

Her rubbing became more vigorous, frantic, as the stain stayed put and even started feathering along the edges; she wasn’t fixing anything, just spreading it around, making it worse. With a strangled yell, she threw the towel to the other side of the room where it made a wet splat against the wall and slid down, streaking the wall pink as it went. Something felt like it drained out of her. Hope, maybe. She sank back down to her knees to sob into her hands.

She heard her phone buzzing insistently on the kitchen counter where she’d left it. It made her pause and wipe at her eyes. The salt from her tears hit the small cuts on her hands from the glass shards that were still scattered across the spot where Luka had been standing.

Her phone stopped buzzing.

In a daze, she grabbed the other glass of wine on the table. Her hands shook as she tried to raise it to her lips, and her sobs started wracking through her again. He left. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back. The words ripped through her, growing in intensity until it was all she could hear. All she could feel.

He wasn’t coming back.

An animalistic shriek tore out of her chest as she hurled the full wine glass at the closed door. It burst on impact. The shards scattered as the wine ran down the door.

“Fine! Leave!” Her voice cracked as she half-screamed, half-sobbed.

Her phone started buzzing again and she marched over to pick it up. “What? What do you want?” She yelled at whoever was on the other end. She didn’t really care who it was.

“Sweetie?” Her mom’s voice. It reached something down deep inside Marinette. Something about home and comfort and safety. “Are you okay? I got a text from Luka. He said I should check on you? What’s going on?”

“Maman…” Her brief flash of anger melted. Became what it really was. Deep, agonizing pain. A shard of glass lodged deep in her heart, splitting her in two. She looked around at the apartment, at the remnants of her life with him. All she was left with. A stained carpet, a stained wall, a stained door. Shattered glass everywhere, twinkling innocently in the light. A diamond ring still in its box on the table. She sobbed again and leaned down on the counter to cover her hot, tear-stained cheeks. “Luka… he… he left.” Her voice broke on the last word. “How could he just leave?”

There was a pause on her mom’s end as she let Marinette cry. For her part, Marinette slid down the kitchen counter to sit on the hard, cold kitchen tile and hide her face in her knees. Her phone buzzed in her hand with an answering text from Adrien, but she didn’t care to check it. How was she supposed to go back to work tonight?

After a few minutes, her mom started humming. A gentle, soft tune that Marinette remembered from kneading bread beside her dad for all those years. From being sick at home, her mom brushing her hair back from her forehead to check her temperature. It calmed the tide of tears, just as it was meant to. Home. She sniffed and wiped her face and took a deep breath before she stood back up on shaky knees.

The sight of the destruction she’d caused made her choke up again, but she was able to hold herself together. She should finish cleaning up. She should meet Adrien like she’d said. She should soldier on and get her work done. The show had to go on. But she couldn’t come back here. Not tonight. Not for a while. She drifted over to the table and closed the ring box with a soft snap.

“Maman, do you think I could come and stay a few days?” she asked quietly. Her mom agreed, and Marinette heard her start to call out to her dad. “No, no, don’t tell Papa,” she rushed to say. “At least, not everything. Not yet.” She bit her lip as tears threatened again.

She didn’t want to hear the thundering threats to Luka’s safety. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want him hurt any more than he already was. Must be. He hadn’t left her easily, she knew that much. He’d wanted to make it work. He’d wanted to marry her. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes one more time before she tucked her hair behind her ears and considered her next steps.  

“Hey, Maman? How would you go about getting a red wine stain off a wall?”  

***

A few days later, Luka went back for the rest of his things. He wasn't entirely surprised to find the apartment exactly as he'd left it. Complete with the wine stain on the carpet, although she'd attempted to clean it, and the little velvet box sitting on the table. He steeled himself and walked past it.

It took him several trips to get the instruments packed into the back of Ivan's van and two more for his clothing and the few decorations he'd brought with him from the Liberty. Marinette didn't come back the entire time. Although he didn't know what he would've said or done if she had come back.

Some small part of him had hoped to see the apartment in pieces. To see her upset, distraught, missing him. But it was a small part and easily quashed. He didn't want Marinette to be upset. Not really. He'd done enough damage.

As he packed the last box away, he turned to look back at the closed door. He dug her key from out of his wallet and clutched it in his hand before going up the steps one last time to tuck it under the mat.

He touched his fingertips to the door before he leaned down to press his forehead against it. A part of him had broken off in this apartment and would never leave.

The ring he'd left on the table. As far as he was concerned, he'd bought it for her and it would always be hers.

***

Backstage after Marinette's show, Adrien caught her up in a hug and kissed her cheek before he pulled away. Her heart flew straight to Luka. Adrien caught her eyes and held both of her hands in his.

"Call him," he said gently. "I know he'd want to congratulate you."

She shook her head, barely holding back tears. "I can't," she managed to say. "I just can't."

Of course that lasted until about two hours and four cocktails into the after-party. Marinette was feeling pleasantly numb, except her fingertips were buzzing. She blinked back tears as she dialed his number. She'd deleted his contact information in a moment of anger, but she still had it memorized.

It went to voicemail after the second ring. He'd seen it was her, then. She hiccuped right as his message started up. It was so achingly familiar she almost broke down again. But she took a deep breath as his message ended and dove in.

"Hi, it's me. Uh, Marinette, although you… probably already knew that." She let out an embarrassed chuckle. "The show was tonight. It went great. There's a fashion house in… uh… London, I think, that made me an offer and it's this amazing opportunity and…" Her breath hitched and she paused. She wanted to tell him she missed him. She wanted to tell him how much she'd wanted to share this with him. She wiped at her cheeks and forced a bright smile on her face instead. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know. Okay. Bye."

She hung up and thunked her phone against her forehead before turning to get back inside.

***

The day after Marinette called him, Luka gave in and listened to the message with a small smile. Of course the show went well. He'd never had a doubt. And London. London would be amazing for her.

It was the pause after she told him about London, though. The small catch of breath. She'd been crying, although she wouldn’t want him to know that.

His finger hovered over her contact picture. From a better time. He was in the frame, too, and she was smiling as she kissed his cheek. He was laughing at her. She'd insisted on a selfie with him and surprised him at the last second. He couldn't bring himself to delete the picture.

He glanced up and Juleka was watching him from across the table with raised eyebrows. He drummed his fingers against the table, dispelling his nervous energy, before he typed up a text message to her.

L: happy for you. london’s awesome

He waved the screen at Juleka before he tucked his phone away in his back pocket. She didn't say anything, but her teasing was minimal and Luka knew she was worried.

His phone buzzed with her response sometime during the night, but he ignored it after another warning glance from Juleka. She was right. It was a bad idea. He shouldn't be contacting Marinette. It was still too fresh, too new for both of them. He was only making it harder on them both.

But when he checked it alone in his old bed that night, he didn't think contacting her would be much of a problem  for much longer.

M: Thanks, starting there on Monday, leaving tomorrow.  

He sighed. It was for the best, then. That it happened when it did. She could go to London. She could follow her dreams without having to worry about him. He wasn't holding her back anymore.

L: what time? i'll be there

***

Marinette stared in disbelief at the message that was most definitely on her screen. Most definitely on her conversation with Luka. Most definitely about seeing him again.

Her throat went dry. Everything in her head was screaming bad idea. Everything in her heart was screaming his name. She glanced at the velvet box on her bedside table. He hadn't taken it with him when he cleared out the rest of his stuff. She hadn't known what to do with it.

Out of curiosity, she pulled the ring out of its box and slipped it onto her left hand ring finger. It fit perfectly. The delicate band suited her small, slender hand. The diamond was beautifully clear and sparkled every time it caught the barest hint of light. Not that it mattered. Coming to see her off wasn't the same at all as repeating his offer. Not repeating, she reminded herself. She hadn't let him in the first place.

Her thumbs hovered over her screen and did an uncertain dance as she considered how to respond. The light from her table lamp glinted off the diamond and solidified her resolve. She typed in where he could meet her and what time, shut her phone off for the night, and turned to fold her pillow around her head. It didn't help muffle her spiral of anxiety, or the building hope in her chest.

***

Luka arrived late, entirely on purpose. The plan was—he chuckled at the thought. Plans were her thing. She'd be proud. They never seemed to work out for him. Anyway, the plan was he'd stand back, wait until she was just about to get on the plane. Wave. And that'd be it.

Of course it couldn't be that simple. Her mom and dad had come to see her off, too. And Adrien, who was going with her. He was talking animatedly to Tom, his blond hair shining in the sunlight.

But as Luka squinted against the glimmer that kept chasing across his face he realized it wasn't Adrien's hair causing it. It was Marinette's hand. Her right hand, where his ring was nestled on her ring finger.

She caught his eye as she talked and paused, gesturing with her head for him to come over. He glanced at her dad, then at Adrien, and felt his lips getting thinner as he pressed them together. He shook his head.

Her smile slipped, but she nodded at him and jumped back into the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Adrien glanced over once. Their eyes met. It wasn't what Luka had expected to see. He wasn't smug, or triumphant, or even happy, really. He nodded at Luka solemnly, but without condemnation. An understanding that Luka hadn't dreamed to think of from him. When Luka broke eye contact and ran a hand through his hair, Adrien didn't look back over again.

Marinette made some excuse and tripped on her way over to him. He moved to catch her, but she caught herself and straightened up with the barest hint of a blush tingeing her cheeks.

"I hope you don't mind," she said quietly, pointing to her hand. "No one knows, and I figured…"

"No, yeah." He swallowed past the lump in his throat and nodded. "It's yours. Do whatever you want with it."

"Oh." She blinked at him, as if she hadn't expected him to say that, and he saw a small crack start to break through her façade. "Um… okay, good. That's good."

There was a pause between them. He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to ignore the way she smelled like warm sugar. The way he wanted to pull her close and breathe her in. She was getting on a plane, he reminded himself. They weren't together anymore and she was leaving for London. Everything was going the way it was meant to. Stay in the moment.

Except she reached out to brace herself against his elbow like she always did right before she leaned in to kiss his cheek. His jaw tensed before he could help it and she hesitated, her lips a mere inch away from his skin, her breath fanning through the short hair by his ear. He locked eyes with her and everything stopped.

The call for her flight echoed over the loudspeakers and he breathed a sigh of—not relief, not exactly, but maybe release. He steadied her before he stepped away. His fingers squeezed her arm lightly before he could stop them, reassuring her.

But his movement away from her seemed to confirm something for her. Her brave face crumpled for a split second and he saw her as she was. Scared, hurt. Angry, even. Tears threatened in her gorgeous blue eyes before she blinked and hid them from him again.

She looked down and fiddled with the ring on her right hand. After a moment of thought—or hesitation, he couldn’t tell—she wiggled it off. She took his hand and placed the ring in the center of his palm and closed his fingers around it. When she looked up at him again, there was no façade, no brave face, nothing she was hiding. Just a resolute, calm agreement between the two of them. It was for the best. She covered his hand with hers and gave him a small smile.

“Goodbye, Luka,” she murmured, her voice full of fondness and certainty.

He reached up to cup her cheek and wipe a tear away with his thumb before it snuck down her cheek. “Goodbye, Marinette. And good luck.”

She nodded and pulled away from him, sniffling as she still tried to hold back the tide of tears. He knew as soon as she was alone she’d let herself crumble. He glanced back up at Adrien and caught his eye. They had another moment of shared understanding as Luka silently asked him to take care of her and he nodded back to agree he would. As Marinette rejoined the group, Adrien put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her to him before shouldering her bag and ushering her into the line to get on the plane.

She turned back once. Right before she stepped on. Her tears were finally flowing freely down her face and she raised a hand to wave back at him. At her mom and dad, too, he knew, and at the city she loved. He waved back and she flashed him a determined smile through her tears as she turned back around.

She’d be okay.

He turned to walk away before Tom or Sabine got the chance to come over and talk to him. Not that he wouldn’t if they had really wanted to, but he also couldn’t. Especially not Tom. He’d become like a father over the years—Luka had hoped they would be family sooner rather than later—and Luka couldn’t bear hearing him express his judgment, or worse, his disappointment.

He clutched the ring in his hand until the contours of the diamond impressed themselves into his palm. It was for the best. It was meant to be this way. Stay in the moment. Count each breath.

All of his grounding techniques, all of his meditation practice, all of his hard work to master his emotions, led up to this moment so he could walk away from the life he’d wanted with his head held high.

He made it back to the Liberty, although he wasn’t entirely sure how. He uncurled his fingers and the ring had nestled itself into his skin. He took another deep breath and released everything. Every painful splinter of glass that still coursed through his blood made his heart shudder until he could barely breathe.

Juleka found him on his knees, curled over the last remnant of Marinette he had left, his eyes hidden behind his hand as he wept. He knew it was Juleka instead of his mother because she didn't say anything. She didn’t grab his arm and haul him up. She didn’t tell him to move on, or remind him that she thought it was a bad idea to see her again. She crouched behind him, wrapped her arms tightly around his shaking shoulders, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Finally, gradually, he came to. He nodded to let Juleka know he was okay. She could let go. She did, and he braced himself against her to stand up again on unsteady knees.

The ring glinted back at him in the fading sunlight. He glanced at Juleka and offered it to her silently. She and Rose were due. It would be most practical to hand it off, save her the expense. But she just raised an eyebrow at him and gestured with her head to the river before she patted his shoulder again and walked away.

He looked down at the tiny gold band in his hand one more time before he peered into the dark waters of the Seine lapping against the boat. He reached out and tipped his hand slowly, waiting for the moment the ring would slip off his palm. But he’d been holding it so tightly for so long, it was glued to him. He hesitated. Maybe he should hang onto it. Maybe one day—

And with that thought, he resolutely turned his hand completely over. The ring succumbed to gravity and he didn’t even hear a splash as it slipped beneath the water.

He couldn’t carry her around with him anymore.

It was over.

a/n: This can be read by itself, but there is a make up fic that’s already written and takes place three years later. 

[ughseoks-main]

arcades after dark

summary: basically you and peter go to an arcade the night before decathlon & y’all admit ya feelins for each other oooo!!

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none! just lots of fluff & a lil kiss kiss hehe

a/n: this is the very first fic i’ve completed in my little revamp project, so if it seems familiar, that’s why. (basically i’m going through some old fics and redoing them in a bigger & better way!)

masterlist

Knock knock knock.

“Pete, you in there?” you called through the door, leaning up to squint into the peephole. All you could see was… well, nothing. You were looking in the wrong way, after all.

“Y/N?” Peter swung open the door with a soft smile, causing you to almost fall right into him, “You know you can’t see into a peephole from the outside of the door, right…?”

You waved your hand in front of your face dismissively before grabbing his hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. We’re going to the arcade!” His hand was warm and soft, sending chills up your spine as you gave it a soft tug and tried to pull him out of the doorway.

“Wait, wait-” he held onto you prevent you from walking any further, causing you to shoot him an annoyed look, “Aren’t we, um, supposed to stay in our hotel rooms?”

“Oh, come on, Pete! It’s the night before decathlon, we gotta do something fun!” you pulled on his hand again and started to walk down the hallway, gripping harder when he still didn’t move, “Now come on, let’s go before we get caught! We need to live life while we still can.”

Sighing, Peter relented and followed you down the hallway and into the elevator. “So, is everybody else gonna be there too, or…” he broke the silence as you pressed the lobby button and stepped back from the panel.

“Nah, they all went swimming,” you shrugged, “But I think the arcade is way more fun, and you’re one of the biggest arcade fans I know. I didn’t think anybody else would wanna go with me.”

That wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the only motivating force behind your decision. You and Peter had been best friends since the day you were born, and you knew everything about each other. Whether it was his secret identity or your hidden love for Jake Gyllenhaal, it was laid out for the other to see. Secrets didn’t exist between the two of you; any sort of personal information was fair game, and you never hesitated to reveal what was bothering you.

However, there was one secret you just couldn’t let loose. Yes, you and Peter were best friends, but recently, you’d started to view him as… more… than just a best friend. Every little touch sent your heart soaring, and every shared look caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. Even thinking about it now, you could feel your throat begin to tighten and your mouth begin to twitch with the start of an embarrassed smile.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, effectively ending your daydreams. Taking a step out into the hallway, Peter gave you an encouraging glance, beckoning you to follow. The two of you silently navigated the dark hallways until you finally stumbled upon the clear glass door that had the word “ARCADE” printed in bold, bright font across the top. Giving him a thumbs up, you pushed open the door, running across the oddly patterned floor.

Peter ran after you, giggling as you jumped between the colored squares on the ground. After a minute or two of bunny-hopping and elementary school level shenanigans, you finally skidded to a stop in front of the skee-ball machines.

“Bet I can beat you!” you laughed, pressing the “start” button on the one directly in front of you after you slid your room card through the reader.

“Oh yeah?” he hit the start button on his, “You’re so on.”

And so the night went on, the two of you playing game after game under the glowing neon lights of the arcade. It was nice, just the two of you getting to spend time together. Ever since he took on his role of SpiderMan, quality time between you two had grown scarce. It seemed like the only time you got to hang out alone was late at night after his patrols, and even then, you only got a few minutes together. Most of the time, you were forced to bond in the lunchroom or in class, and as much as you loved your friends, you’d missed being with Peter alone. So, needless to say, you were enjoying your much-needed best friend date.

Glancing at your watch, you noted the time. 1:03am. “We’d better get to bed soon,” you grumbled, angry that time had managed to fly by so fast, “Did we get to play every game?”

“Every game but one,” he smirked, pointing to the dance game in the center of the room. Stepping onto one of the two platforms, you began to “stretch” while Peter scrolled through the song options on the screen in front of you.

“Ohh!! I love this song!” he cheered, immediately pressing it and stepping back onto the platform. You gave him a high five as an upbeat began to play, the arrows beginning to move faster and faster on the screen until you could barely tell what direction they were pointing in anymore.

“Jesus, *wheeze* Peter, what difficulty did you *wheeze* set this to?” you panted, moving your feet as quickly as you could make them go. Glancing to your right, you could see that Peter was struggling just as much, if not more, than you were.

“I don’t *wheeze* know, Y/N,” he struggled for breath and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, “I think *wheeze* expert??”

You groaned in response, shaking your head. Just as you were about to make some sort of sly remark about ‘aren’t you supposed to have superpowers?’, you tripped over your own clumsy feet, stumbling across the platform. As you tried to regain your balance, you managed to grab onto Peter, your hands clutching his shoulders as your body rammed into his. He made a noise of surprise as you lost your balances together, crashing onto the floor with a loud thump. You groaned in embarrassment, not even noticing that he’d fallen right on top of you, one hand on the floor and the other holding your head gently so it didn’t hit the floor.

“I can’t believe I just did that-” you began to speak, but when you looked up into his eyes, you froze. He was staring at you, the lights of the arcade reflecting in his chocolate colored eyes. His cheeks began to tinge red as he continued to gaze at you, awed by your beauty. Your hair was splayed behind your head, the neon lights casting a soft light across your face.

“Pete?” you whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up a few times before he slowly leaned in, closing the gap between you. You leaned forward slightly to meet him in the middle, your lips pressing against each others softly; his hand was threaded in your hair, helping hold your head up before you both pulled away.

“Wow,” he said, causing you to giggle slightly, “I’m starting to think it was a pretty good idea to come down here after all.”

“Oh, shut up,” you teased, “It was a great idea from the start.” You took a deep breath before gathering up your courage, finally spilling the secret you could never tell. “Pete, I, uh… I like you. Like, a lot.”

“Like me?” he widened his eyes in false surprise, “I never would’ve guessed, especially since you just kissed me.”

You blushed and slapped his arm lightly as he laughed, “I kissed you? Actually, Parker, I’m pretty sure it was the other way around.”

“Hmm…” he pretended to consider what you said, “No, I’m pretty sure that you kissed me. I was there, after all-”

You cut him off by kissing him again, smiling against his lips before pulling away once more. “If I’m the one who kissed you first, then you’re the one who kissed me just now.”

“You know what?” he stood up from on top of you, holding out a hand for you to take, “I don’t think who initiated the kiss is important, as long as I get to kiss you.”

“Sure thing, bug boy,” you winked and took his hand, gripping it tightly as he pulled you off of the floor, “Now, let’s get a few hours of sleep before the decathlon.”

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Hey??? Ya know the hozier ask thing??? Do Them A L L

Oh SHIII-

Hozier - How tall are you?

uhhh I think about 5′6″

Wasteland, Baby! - Have you ever fallen in love?

Head over heels babeyyyy 💕 @greatvaluegreaser

Nina Cried Power - What protest, today or in history, do you wish you could write a thank you note for?

OK not for Woke Points but like… legitimately, Stonewall. I’d fuckin participate if I could, hell yes 👏👏👏

Almost (Sweet Music) - What’s your favorite style of music? Favorite song off this album?

My fav style switches around a lot, but the most common genre is probably like… Indie, Alternative, or singer/songwriter because I like unique sounds.

And my fav song is SUCH a hard choice tbh, but I think it’s gotta be To Noise Making (Sing) because when I first heard it I got emotional.

Movement - If you could move anywhere in the world at this very moment, with no restrictions, where would you move to and what lifestyle would you live?

Real answer: Anywhere I can go to be with my babe, have a soft life with her and do what we love 💕

Self indulgent answer: Somewhere in Europe, maybe Ireland? Cause I loved it so much there. I’d love to have a small farm maybe, or idk maybe a flower garden. Yeah I’d love to be a florist, Idk why, that’s just coming to me rn. Again, something soft and away from people.

No Plan - What’s one spontaneous thing you did that you have good memories of?

uhhhhhahaha I have done nothing spontaneous in my life that wasn’t influenced directly by @greatvaluegreaser……… but all of those have wonderful memories. So I guess starting our relationship in the first place!

Nobody - What’s your favorite thing to do when no one is around?

Relax. It sounds stupid, but I can only really truly relax when I’m alone and not worrying constantly about how I’m presenting myself to others. That goes for appearance, and anything I’m doing at the time, like what videos I watch or games I play, even if they’re perfectly normal.

To Noise Making (Sing) - Do you play an instrument or sing? Do you want to learn an instrument?

I played clarinet in 5th grade, then switched to percussion and stayed with that through the rest of school. I love all percussion instruments cause there’s soooo much variety! I’d love to learn guitar, or cello though.

As It Was - If you could go back in time with the knowledge you had now, but you had to redo the last ten years over again, would you?

With the knowledge I had now? I would stay away from so many bad people, probably break up with my first boyfriend as soon as he moved away rather than staying with him so long, I would actually know what I wanted to do in life and stick to graphic design over anything else, but I would still make sure to find and start talking to my gf. Maybe get lucky and find her even sooner than I did. I’d do everything I could to reshape my life and avoid the shit that made me unhappy.

And also like, I’d be able to embrace just how gay I am, a lot sooner.

Shrike - What’s your favorite plant or flower?

THIS is hard too cause I just love plants so much mfdhffh

I prefer carnations over roses, but also I love small delicate flowers that are usually used as filler or accent flowers. I love morning glories, succulents and cactuses, hummingbird vines, irises, honeysuckle, dogwood blossoms, and rly anything that attracts bees and butterflies.

Talk - Who is one writer/artist/creator that you wish you could talk to, dead or alive?

Honestly the other day I got SUPER emotional about Van Gogh and i just…. I just need to tell him it’ll be okay

Be - Where is your favorite place to be? In general? Right now?

In general I love mountains, rivers, forests, parks, any place with cool crisp air and just the sounds of nature. Or tbh, book stores or art stores.

Right now tho I wanna be in BED lmao 😂

Dinner & Diatribes - If you could give an angry speech to anyone in the world right now, dead or alive, with no interruptions, who would it be?

My entire ass racist homophobic family

Would That I - What’s your biggest ‘would have, should have, could have’ moment?

Tbh it would definitely be like… either breaking up with my bf sooner, or just handling the breakup better. But hindsight is 20/20 right? And I kinda doubt he would have reacted any other way.

Sunlight - What is the weather like where you are right now? What’s your favorite kind of weather?

Its finally getting a lil warmer, but we’ve had minor flooding from how much rain we’ve had, and its still pretty cold some days. Trees are blossoming in 40 degree weather.

My favorite weather is like… medium 60′s. You can wear whatever you want because the sun is warm but the air is cool, you can get hot or cold drinks and be fine either way… If it’s fall then sweaters and earth tones are IN, if its early spring there are blossoms and baby animals and everyone sells pastels… nice.

NWFWMB - Have you ever went through a natural disaster?

GA gets a lotte tornados and once my family was like “Lets go fuckin driving” and we literally SAW the tornado in the distance…. and if we had been traveling a little later, the tornado would have swept us up cause it went right over the road we had been on mdgfd

Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) - What’s your favorite tongue/language?

Idk if I have a favorite cause I’m a shitty Monolingual Bitch. But I’d love to learn Gaelic!

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Season Thirteen, Time For a Nap

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Relationship: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: fluff; lot’s of fluff; non-Au

Words: 1737

Summary: They’re only three days into filming season 13 and Jensen is already dead tired.

A/N: I started writing this piece to celebrate the start of filming s13. But real life happened, and now the filming is four episodes in, and I finally menaged to post it. This is basically nearly 2k words of pure schoomp. I have no excuse, just a lot of cuddles...

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They step into their trailer together. Jared sits down on the couch and throws his head back on the headrest, his eyes closed. Jensen trails after him, putting his knees in his favorite spot - on either side of Jared’s hips (he also really likes having them around his boy’s head, it definitely is not the position for the set, but it sure is fun). This is their eighth hour on the third day of filming season 13, and Jensen can't believe it has only been three days. He is exhausted and his mood is sour because he couldn't get into the character the way he wanted which led to many retakes. And he hates being the reason behind the delays, especially when they are caused by his acting. Jared didn’t moved or even opened his eyes, but there is a smile on his face, big enough to bring out his dimples and Jensen has to bend down and kiss them. Those dimples are out of this world and he is only human after all. He never stood a chance. Jared's arms wrap around older man’s waist to bring him closer. Jensen hides his face in Jared’s neck. He is soft, he loves cuddling, and he loves being held by Jared. Especially when he is as tired as he is right now. Sue him. Jensen’s public persona is far from this, he poses for more Dean-like image, although he did see some fans pick up on it. He loves having his arms full of his boy too. He is mighty possessive and jealous sometimes, he can’t help it. He knows there is nothing to worry about, he knows. Jared is only his and he is only Jared’s and they are on the same page about this. Jared likes to appreciate other men, Jensen gets it, he totally does, just sometimes... Well, sometimes his inner alpha can’t stand listening to or seeing Jared fanboying over other men, especially when he gushes about their physique. Sometimes Jared does that just to tease Jensen. He sees that wicked gleam in Jared's eyes, but even when he just appreciates their friends he always, always confirms that Jensen is so much better than all of them and how he always will choose him over anyone else. That he is the only one, the one that Jared loves. And God, he loves Jared so much too. He is the love of his life and he has it bad. Jensen can’t imagine his life without his boy in it. Just thinking about it nearly makes him cry. He buries himself closer to Jared on instinct. And Jared laughs a little, probably picking up on Jensen getting all emo. Jensen blames this on being dead tired.

“You wanna take a nap? We’ve got like two hours to waste?”, Jared asks but he is already moving them into position. The fact that he is still able to manhandle him like this, does things to Jensen. They make out like a couple of teenagers for a minute or two or five, but possibly closer to ten, and then Jensen is out like a light, plastered as close to Jared as he can get, both because he wants to and because the couch doesn't grant a lot of space for two grown-ass big Texan guys.

He wakes up some time later to the smell of fresh food and coffee. Jared isn't lying next to him anymore but instead he is sitting on the floor with his head propped up on the side of Jensen's stomach, eating sweet potato fries using only his long and very skilled fingers (Jensen still can feel just how skilled exactly these fingers are, when he tries to sit down). His own fingers move right into that beautiful mop of a hair tickling at his exposed belly where the shirt rode up. He can see Jared's face break into a soft smile at that.

"Brought you some diner, it still should be warm enough to eat. Didn't want to wake you up, you looked like you needed it", his pretty boy tells him and hands him a white styrofoam box with his food and a cup of coffee.

"You. Are. A. Lifesaver. What would I do without you, hm?", Jensen accepts the gifts gratefully and slides down the couch to sit next to Jared on the floor. He steals couple of fries from Jared's plate and takes a big gulp of his still hot coffee. It tastes exactly how he likes it and he knows Jared himself made it for him. He gives his boy a quick peck on the cheek, "Thank you for the coffee, it's perfect".

Jared smiles softly at him, but his voice is fake mocking, "Yeah well, if I didn't bring you your perfect coffee, you'd be all cranky baby for the rest of the day. It really was just self-preservation and trying to get through this hell in one piece. It had nothing to do with me taking care of you. Nothing", Jensen laughs out loud at this, holding up one of his steak strips for Jared to eat as a silent thank you.

After everything is eaten, and with over 40 minutes still to spare, they move back up onto the couch to read some lines before they will be needed on set again. Jared throws one of his mile long legs over Jensen's lap and focuses on his script for all of 3 minutes before he starts placing little kisses all over Jensen's neck and available naked shoulder where the shirt has ridden sideways (let's be honest here, it was Jared who tugged the shirt down, never can't get enough of that warm skin). Jensen lets out the tiniest sigh and for some reason it makes Jared grin stupidly. The older man can feel that big beautiful smile press into his skin where his neck meets his shoulder. God, he loves his boy's smile so much, even if he can't actually see it. Smiling Jared is so beautiful. Now, don't get him wrong, Jared is always stunning, but smiling Jared means happy Jared, and happy Jared is the best thing ever. This wonderful man was hurt so many times already, mostly by his own complicated mind and he so does not deserve any of that. Jared moves again, nipping and worrying the skin under his mouth with his teeth softly. Jensen loves the feeling and probably could spend hours just like that, but-

"Jared, I'm trying to work here".

"Work then. I'm not stopping you", Jared takes the delicate earlobe between his teeth gently and bites it ever so slightly.

"Do you mind?", Jensen pretends to be annoyed, because he has to. That's the game. He can't give in so quickly, no matter how much he wants to.

"Not at all", Jared says with a playful nip to his earlobe.

"Jared..."

"What?", wide, ever-changing color eyes blinked up at him from behind the eyelashes. The picture of pure innocence. Damn, he's good. Jensen will give him that. Jared is back to sucking on his neck again, it is one of his most sensitive areas, which Jared very well knows about and isn't shy to use it.

"Just stop it", despite his words Jensen's head falls to the side, the traitor, giving that talented mouth a better access. Jared laughs, a little breathy laugh, and nips playfully right under his ear.

"But I don't wanna", Jared whines, letting go of his skin just for long enough to say that.

"Me neither, to be honest, but we can't. I can't have any visible hickies right now or any hickies at all really".

"Mhm, is that one on your butt completely gone? Should I redo it?"

"Oh god, I've got a hickey on my butt? What the fuck, Jared?", he looks down at Jared's devilish grin. All the innocence from just seconds ago completely gone.

"Yes, Sir! Isn't the first time and you know it".

"Well, I know that, but you never said anything this time. I was wondering what you did to me. It stings a bit every time I try to sit on the hard surfaces".

Jared's grin grows impossibly larger right in front of Jensen eyes, "Good! Job well done then. Just a little reminder I love you all the time".

"You're one sappy sap, you know that?", Jensen's heart skips a bit. It does that every time Jared says he loves him, no matter how many times he hears it. He is the real sap here, he acknowledges that. Just in his head, of course, he has a certain image to uphold after all.

"I believe you said that before, yes. And beside marking you up is more manly and alpha like, and not sappy at all. In fact, you're the sap, you sap".

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is. Just yesterday you sung me one of Adele's songs. You serenaded me, Jensen. That's like, so romantic", Jared teases, clutching Dean's shirt in his hand, shaking Jensen a little, being all dramatic and over the top.

"A, you asked for it, and B, I didn't sing it to you".

"Oh really? So that part when you bend down on one knee at my feet and gestured at me was just an accident?"

"Basically yeah. It was just a part of the performance. I'd do that for anyone who was in the room. It just happened you were the only one".

"Mhm, I know you wouldn't. You totally serenaded me..."

"Oh, shut up", mumbled Jensen, interrupting Jared.

"And I loved it, and I think you should do it more often... Yes, definitely more often," Jared continues, like he didn't even hear older man speak up. Jensen is about to throw back a totally witty comeback, but there is a knock on the door and a PA calling them back to set. Jensen must admit he is in much better mood then he was when he started his break. He kisses Jared thoroughly one more time, thanking him silently for all of this and moves to stand up and face another couple hours of work.

He can't wait to take Jared home and crash in their amazing big king size bed. Sleep it all off and then start their weekend together making out and maybe, possibly, quite certainly asking Jared to redo that hickey on his butt after all.