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lady-literature · 4 years

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ayy, so ya’ll know that Miraculous/DC crossover I screamed about a while back? I found plot for it.

It is not quite finished yet, but it’s also so much longer than I originally planned on it being. (me: I’ll just write a fun little thing to get this out of my head!

me, 13k words later: oh no)

SO! Here’s a little sneak peak!

(or, find the finished product here!)

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There is an unspoken rule, kept by any outsider who’s ever set foot in Gotham, that you should only ever visit the city once. Most find that visiting even once was already too much.

The most dangerous city on earth isn’t kind to its residents—much less strangers who don’t know how to watch their pockets or keep off the streets after dark. It’s gotten better, perhaps, in recent years since the Bat started lurking on rooftops, but that doesn’t mean the city is good.

Normal people stay as far from Gotham as they can get.

Marinette, (un)luckily, is far from normal.

***

The touring of Metropolis, New York City, and Gotham had been going well as far as Marinette was concerned, no matter what Chloé says to her about carelessness and naivety.

She’s glad her, Adrien and Chloé all decided to take this summer trip before they started University in the fall. It sucks that it was just the three of them, she wishes more of their friends could’ve tagged along but, alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

Kagami was in the middle of training season and couldn’t come. Luka was touring with his father, learning the tricks of the trade and other things. Nathaniel had already been commissioned to paint a mural downtown before they really finalized dates. Nino was in much the same boat as Nath, just with music and pitch meetings. Felix hated traveling and Alix was doing… something. Time travelling, probably. Or at least spending more time in the burrow.

Marinette was certainly starting to notice the way she’s begun talking about ancient history like she was actually there when she goes on rants now. Felix also probably noticed but Marinette’s also sure that he’s aiding and abetting her in exchange for insider information so…

She’ll probably have to deal with that later, unfortunately. But not today.

Their tour group was going to Amusement Mile later that afternoon, but had been given free roam until then. Marinette decided to spend the time up until lunch at the park near the meetup spot in Gotham Square and Chloé hadn’t complained or vetoed that idea so the trio happily camped out on the grass.

Marinette had returned to her sketch of Lady Gotham in between eating bites of her sandwich. She thinks she much preferred the style of it to New York City’s Lady Liberty. There was just something about the Statue of Justice that inspired her.

She’d been doodling about it since they left the marina yesterday. She also had plenty of pictures of the statue for inspiration later. There’s one she especially likes and thinks she might even print out to put up on her wall at home.

She’s playing with the idea of draping fabrics for formal wear designs like the roman togas both Lady statues seem to wear when a tennis ball rolls up and bumps into her leg. She has only enough time to move her sketchbook out of the way before a large dog bowls into her, tail wagging happily and barking up a storm.

“Oof!”

Adrien’s already halfway up the tree, startled out of his light doze by the barking and Chloé only daintily moved away from Marinette, leaving her to her fate.

Pushing herself back up so she’s not crushed by what feels like one hundred pounds of dog, she comes face to snout with quite possibly the biggest dog she’s ever seen. From there, there was really only one choice of action Marinette could have followed.

“Oh! Well, aren’t you just the prettiest boy?” she tells the dog happily, reaching up to give him scratches. “Such a big boy! You nearly bowled me over, didn’t you?”

If it’s possible, the dog’s tail begins to wag even faster, enough that he accidentally overbalances himself and decides to roll with it, flopping onto his back and letting her rub his stomach. Marinette does so enthusiastically, her baby-talk to the dog devolving into broken not-words and the occasional exclamation of good boy! in both English and French.

The dog was a great dane, and had the softest coat of black fur she’s ever seen. There was a thick red collar around his throat, and Marinette stopped furiously rubbing his belly long enough to look at the silver tag attached to it.

“Titus, huh?” she says to the dog. “Such a strong name for such a distinguished boy, huh?”

“Oh god,” she hears Adrien groan from his spot still up in the tree. When she looks up, she finds him eyeing Titus with distrust, the absolute kitten. “I hope whoever his owner is, they’ve never read Shakespeare.”

Both her and Chloé blink at the strange non sequitur.

“Uh, why? Exactly?”

“Because they have shit taste in his plays if they do! Titus Andronicus is, like, Shakespeare’s worst play.”

Chloé glares up at him. “You’re such a nerd. Now stop being ridiculous and get down from there.”

“But, Chloé! It’s a dog.”

“Adrien Agreste!”

Marinette tunes out the two blondes as they devolve into sibling-like bickering. It’s a skill she’s had to learn and learn quickly with living in such close quarters with the pair for the last few weeks and also being friends with the pair for the past three years.

“Speaking of your owner, I wonder where they are?” She scratches under Titus’ chin thoughtfully. “Should we go look for them?”

Titus' head flops to the side, almost like he’s listening for something, before he’s clambering up onto his feet to tower over her. He’s almost twice as tall as she is sitting, which is just ridiculous. Why is everything in America so big?

Getting to her feet herself, Titus still stands almost as tall as her. She can rest her elbow on his back when she grabs his collar to make sure he doesn’t run off. He leads mostly, pulling her along at a steady trot she has to jog to keep up with.

He truly was such a well behaved dog and certainly lived up to his breed’s reputation as a gentle giant.

Or at least she thought so, until the call of “Titus! Here!” echoes through the park and he goes racing off towards it, dragging Marinette along for the ride no matter how much she tries to slow down.

Titus comes to a skidding stop, and Marinette barely stops herself from falling by keeping her arm around Titus.

“And who are you?”

Looking up, she finds a young man, probably around her age, staring down at her. He does not look happy—but most Gothamites don’t, Marinette’s found. He’s also, despite the almost glare he’s giving her, very attractive.

When she opens her mouth, incoherent French comes tumbling out, much to her embarrassment.

Ah. ‘Not being able to speak coherently to people she finds attractive’, she had wondered where that particular personality trait had been as of late. Even after so many years hanging around people who should be—and are—super models, she still acts like a spaz. Why is she like this?

The man raises an eyebrow at her, looking very unamused.

She tries again. “Ah- Je suis- I mean, I am very sorry. Your dog found me sitting over there with my friends and I figured I should find his owner instead of letting him just wander around and I assume your his owner because if you aren’t this is very embarrassing for me. Not that it wasn’t embarrassing before but, oh, I’m definitely rambling and I’m going to shut up now.”

Pressing her lips together as tightly as humanly possible so her tongue will stop making horrible life decisions, she holds Titus’ bright yellow tennis ball out to his owner.

The man huffs, taking the ball from her hand. “I didn’t ask for your life’s story.”

Marinette blinks and then frowns. Her hand tightens around where she’s still holding onto Titus’ collar and she has to very carefully unclench her hand before she breaks it or something.

“I didn’t give it,” she says through clenched teeth, embarrassment abruptly forgotten. There’s no need for the man to be rude.

He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.”

She doesn't really have anything to say to that. Instead, she turns to Titus, who’s sitting like the good boy he is. She very seriously leans down to eye level—she does not have to lean down far—and tells him, “Your owner is an ass. But you are still a very good boy.”

She plants a kiss to his forehead that makes his tail wag, gives him one last scratch behind the ears and walks back towards her friends without looking back at the rude man.

***

Colonel Bug: so I met kagami and felix’s lovechild today

MY HONOR: I would never stoop so low.

the evil twin: I would never stoop so low.

ShutUpTurtleMan: Nettie

dearest

the evil twin: Okay first of all-

ShutUpTurtleMan: sunshine

light of our collective lives and reason I breathe

what the fuCK

YoureUnderAgreste: Kagami, my love, how could you?

The Betrayal™

GottaGoFast: ew

Queen of Salt: ew

sneaky snake: Send pics or it didn’t happen

give me art or give me death: [a photo of the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]

Queen of Salt: wait

I was with you all day when did this happen?

was it the owner of the dog that attacked you?

ShutUpTurtleMan: WHAT

Colonel Bug: he didn’t attack me!

chloe stop spreading misinformation!

titus was a sweetheart!

YoureUnderAgreste: incorrect

he was, in fact, a menace

give me art or give me death: wait was Titus the dog or the lovechild

ShutUpTurtleMan: ^^^ ?

Colonel Bug: shut up adrien

all animals are great

stop being elitist

give me art or give me death: okay but seriously what kind of dog was it

the evil twin: why exactly was he our lovechild?

GottaGoFast: because of the dramatic tryst you and Kagami had obviously

keep up

Colonel Bug: because he was as pretty as he was rude actually

And gave me the feeling that he’d rant about his honor and parentage if it given the chance

MY HONOR: you say something once as an unsocialized teen

GottaGoFast: MARI YOU DOG!

ARE GETTING TAIL IN GOTHAM OF ALL PLACES?

Colonel Bug: no alix

did you not read the part about how rude he is

YoureUnderAgreste: i mean,,,,,

Felix is pretty rude and we all still like him

ShutUpTurtleMan: and Chloe

YoureUnderAgreste: oh good point nino

Colonel Bug: i hate it here

i spoke to him for like 2 seconds

Queen of Salt: Okay first of all-

YoureUnderAgreste: so i mean it’s not really a dealbreaker yaknow?

Colonel Bug: this familys a nightmare

i shoulda left you all on the street corner where i found you

YoureUnderAgreste: BUT CHA DINDT

ShutUpTurtleMan: but yA DIDNT

GottaGoFast: BUT CHA DIDNT!!

sneaky snake: but ya didn’t

***

I have every no regrets. stay tuned for more!

#my typewriter #miraculous ladybug #batfam #maribat #daminette #mlb #dc #mlb x dc

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mortedeveles · 4 years

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AHHH that last mha headcanon was amazing tysm! You did great!!♡♡ Could I ask for another one with the same boys? (baku,tenya & izu!) With a crush who draws a lot? Like maybe they doodle while in class and while on break, 'cause they're bored? And the bois get curious because they're ALWAYS drawing while in the middle of class and they space out! Bonus points if the bois check their notebook and there's dumb doodles of them doing/saying something funny and some with little hearts around them. ^^"

thank you!! of course, anon! here you go, I hope you like it! a friendly reminder that my REQUESTS ARE OPEN! feel free to request lovelies! i’m ready to write for whatever you guys have in mind. i have a project coming up in 1-2 weeks and i think you guys will like it 👁️👁️! i’ll be posting the bonuses of model for me soon enough and a new series (not bakuhoe) will be posted as well! so stay tuned for more <3 as always, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! support and feedback are ALWAYS welcomed! <3

PAIRING: IIDA T. X GN!READER, BAKUGOU K. X GN!READER, TODOROKI S. X GN!READER

THEMES: humor, fluff. [HEADCANNONS]

TW: cursing

IIDA, MIDORIYA, KATSUKI, TODOROKI WITH A DOODLER!CRUSH READER

Frankly, school can be quite boring. Even though you're in the hero course and you learn extraordinary things, it doesn't exclude regular civilian subjects such as history, math and so.

When you lose focus in class, you like to redirect your attention to doodling. It's fun, relaxing and effortless- it's also quite time-consuming and you've spaced out of class many times.

When you space out, you lose the function to pay attention to your reality- and ever since the first day you started doodling in class, you never noticed a pair of curious eyes watching you.

IIDA TENYA

Iida Tenya is quite the gentleman. He's also known for being strict and keeping the chaotic class 1A in order- (well, try and fail many times, but he does his best.) During classes with Aizawa, the majority of the classroom is quiet- but he always hears intense scribbling from your seat.

Usually, he does his best to ignore it and focuses on the class but you're his crush- and the fact that he always hears intense scribbling every day is quite concerning. But one day, he can't take it anymore.

It's a hot and sweltering day, it doesn't help that class 1A just finished hero training and even though everyone hit the showers afterward- the classroom is boiling.

Iida's neck is drenched in sweat, Aizawa's flat and tired voice drones on and he hears furious scribbling behind him- it's all giving him a headache.

Slowly, he turns around and stares blankly at you. Your head is lowered, hand sketching in your notebook. Your movements are fluid and bold and your arm is propped lazily on the desk, leaning your head against it.

He feels his nerves calm at the sight. But then he remembers that he's class president- you're not paying attention in class and that is not okay. Iida opens his mouth and delivers a long speech. Tenya is strict- but he's not stupid- he lowers his voice so he won't embarrass you in front of the class.

After his long speech, he expects you to look sullen or simply understand where he's coming from- but instead, you're snickering with a smile.

''I'm sorry, Iida. I just space out of class all the time and I like to doodle,'' there's a playful pout on your lips, a pleading look gleaming in your eyes.

Oh god, how is he supposed to reprimand you when you look so cute and adorable?

His voice is stuck in his throat- there's a flushed expression on his face and it only gets worse when Aizawa's voice booms.

''Iida, if you're done with your important chat with L/N, turn around and pay attention. You're class president, I expect better from you.''

Iida nearly squeaks as he turns around and nods, apologizing several times. Aizawa simply sighs tiredly and resumes the lesson.

After that time, Iida spots you doodling all the time in class. It makes him concerned- do you even pay attention in class? Are your grades failing?

Eventually, he confronts you about and explains his concerns. His face is beet red when he's done, but you simply brush him off with a smile.

Assuring him that your grades and knowledge are in perfect order, you simply doodle a lot in class. After that confrontation, Iida is much more relaxed about the situation, and every time he sees you doodle, there's a soft smile on his lips.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Midoriya is a very observant person. He has dozens of notebooks dedicated to quirks, Pro Heroes, and so on and while he doesn't write about his friends- he tends to notice several things.

For example, you. Since you began to attend U. A with Izuku, he's noticed that you spend most of your time sketching, doodling god knows what. You've never shown him your artwork.

Another thing he's realized is that when you start doodling- only Aizawa's loud voice or the school bell will snap you out of it. Izuku's tried everything- waving his hands in your face, throwing you paper balls- nothing. It's like you've been sucked out of reality..

Your manners leave him interested, curious to know more. He's sure you're not slacking off in class- he's been in several study sessions with Tsuyu, Iida, Ochaco, Todoroki, and you- you're always on track and usually have a good grasp of the subject.

You rarely share your notes- only with Tsuyu and Iida and occasionally Todoroki.

Midoriya doesn't mind, but it makes him burn with curiosity. So on the next studying session, he decides to come up with a plan.

''Y/N, what did you get on question 43?'' Ochaco asked. She leaned towards said girl and giggled.

Izuku frowned. What was so funny? The brunette's grin grew as she stared down at Y/N's notes, who was stammering and trying to hide their notes from the public view.

When Ochaco and Y/N rose and said they needed to visit the restroom- Izuku struck. Tsuyu was chatting with Todoroki and Iida had his nose buried in his book- so they didn't notice when he grabbed your notebook.

He flicked through pages, greedily drinking in the sight of your doodles. They were all varied- some flowers, vines, others were small and cute animals- and others were more complex but in the end, doodles. Midoriya froze when he flipped through a page and saw a... peculiar sight.

In the middle of the page, was a heart. You had doodled several headshots of Izuku, in which some of them he was saying corny or bad jokes, and in others, he was simply smiling. His cheeks burned when he saw the small hearts that you had doodled around him.

When he heard your voice and footsteps approaching the dorm- he quickly dropped your notebook in your spot and tried to act casual. Tsuyu raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing, while Todoroki asked him why his face was burning.

He had refused to answer and remained somewhat silent during the rest of the session, his cheeks red. His heart was soaring with happiness- those doodles only meant one thing- you had feelings for him.

Once the studying session was over, Izuku would pull you aside and confess his feelings. His veins were pumping with confidence- you liked him back!

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Ever since you befriended Katsuki, he's noticed that you're a very attentive friend.

That is when you're not in class. You submerge yourself into your notebook with a pencil and nothing else- and pour all your attention into it.

Bakugou thinks it's rather annoying, he's tried to get your attention several times, only to fail miserably.

Today is no exception. Bakugou's ready to pop- dunceface and shitty head have been bothering him all day, stupid Deku gave a speech that made him roll his eyes and he was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

Unfortunately, he found himself stuck in class, listening to Aizawa talk like a damn zombie- trying to grab your attention, but you were too immersed in your doodles.

Irritated, he pressed his sweat hand on your neck and ignited a small spark- not enough to hurt you, but enough to startle you. The effect was immediate. You yelped and snapped your neck upwards, clutching the back of your neck. Everyone stared at you, bewildered. Katsuki grinned, satisfied that he finally got your attention but when you realized it was him- you narrowed your eyes and scowled.

''Bakugou? L/N? What's going on?'' Aizawa asked sharply.

Your scowl deepened. ''Everything is okay, Aizawa-sensei. I apologize.'' Your eyes stayed on Bakugou as you spoke.

Aizawa hummed in response and continued with the lesson. Bakugou bit down on his lip, swallowing a snicker.

After class, you smacked Bakugou on the head, to which he responded with a growl and the two of you engaged in a match of playful fighting, and between snickers and lunges your notebook fell out of your open backpack, loose sheets slipping out.

Immediately, you jumped back and began to gather them, but Bakugou kneeled down and helped you as well. He froze as he held a loose sheet- there were several sketches of him with different expressions- in some, he was smirking, frowning or screaming- but that wasn't what made him freeze. It was the several little hearts that you had doodled around him.

You nearly shrieked when you saw which paper he was holding and snatched it out of his hands. In a blink of an eye, you had picked everything up and ran away.

Katsuki was puzzled. He stood there for a minute or two, gears shifting in his brain as he processed the situation. Once it finally kicked in, he raced after you and found you sitting in a corner, head buried between your knees.

''Um,'' he cleared his throat awkwardly. ''Hey.'' his voice was gruff and tense.

You groaned and shook your head. ''Go away, Bakugou. I know you don't like me, so just spare me from the harsh rejection.''

''What?'' he furrowed his eyebrows and kneeled to your height. ''What the fuck are you talking about? That's not true.''

Slowly, you raised your head and peered at him, narrowing your eyes with suspicion. ''It's not?''

Bakugou scoffed. ''Of course not. I like you too, dumbass,'' he grumbled the last sentence, feeling his ears and cheeks warm up.

''Oh.'' was all you said. The blonde snickered and pulled you upwards onto your feet.

''C'mon dumbass, I'll walk you home. Gotta keep you safe.''

(bonus extra!)

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Shoto is clever and can improvise quickly- but he can be quite dense or oblivious at times. He probably wouldn't notice your doodling habits and if he did, he would brush it off. You're just doodling in class, nothing too fancy.

He doesn't understand how far your doodling goes until he asks you to lend him your math notes after class, and you happily oblige.

Shoto spends the rest of the afternoon studying and writing down whatever he missed- all thanks to your notes that were thankfully complete.

Once he was sure he'd done enough studying, Todororki began to flip through your notes idly, appreciating your writing. The more he read, the more he realized that there were doodles...everywhere.

He thought it was quite impressive that you managed to doodle so much in class and your artistic skills were quite impressive. There was a variety of sketches- plants, animals, silly faces but the ones he saw the most, were the ones of him.

Shoto felt a strange flutter whenever he saw one of your doodles that were him. You captured him perfectly and he cracked a grin whenever he saw one in which he was saying a corny or silly joke. It was refreshing.

It made his heart warm, seeing that his crush seemed to be as fond of him as he was of them. I don’t think he’d truly understand why you would draw him several times and instead, would ask you for an explanation.

The next day, he made sure to thank you for lending him your notes- and for making such beautiful and impressive doodles.

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petuniatom · 5 years

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No. 1 Party Anthem [2] | College!Tom AU

Pairing: College!DJ!Bartender/Barista!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: You’re coming up on your last year of college, grappling with finally getting ready for the actual “adult” world and being in two majors you’re not crazily passionate about. When you’re in the middle of a stressful essay at your favorite local coffee shop/upstairs bar, Dommo’s, you meet Tom Holland, a barista and bartender.

You slowly get to know each other over sangria, and soon enough manage to slip your way into his world where the days don’t usually end until about 5 a.m., music is everything, and uncertainty is your best friend.

A story about late night laments, sangria, and a whole lot of growing up.

SERIES MASTERLIST | Ch. 1

Word count: 5.8K

A/N: Hello! Long time no post! Here’s the long awaited update. It’s a little bit more exposition here, but part three is when it starts getting a little bit more spicy. Primarily, we’re focusing on watching the reader developing more of her other friendships here. But stay tuned for pt. 3 which will be coming very soon!

“I don’t see why we couldn’t just go to Dommo’s,” you whined.

You’d been waiting nearly an hour in line outside of Over & Easy with Tony and Jacob. The day before, you made them promise to get mimosas with you Saturday morning, following their late-night adventures and your Friday night essay-writing. While Over & Easy was one of the best spots in town for brunch food, its popularity meant usually there was a battle for those wanting to get inside.

Jacob and Tony, rather than accepting your quiet suggestion to head over to Dommo’s, were insistent that Over & Easy was the best idea for today. Though it was bound to be busy, Tony was craving their french toast and Jacob said their mimosas were better deals anyway. (After all, Saturdays usually meant pitchers for $5, so he wasn’t wrong.)

“You just went there yesterday!” Tony said. “And we rarely come to Over & Easy.”

“C’mon, it’s good to do something different every once and a while,” Jacob said, nudging you.

“Well, it’s just for a place that’s named Over & Easy it just seems to be the exact opposite,” you huffed.

Jacob snickered, and Tony rolled his eyes at your statement.

“What’s going on with you? Why do you want to go to Dommo’s so badly?” Tony asked.

“My car is there,” you said. Tony and Jacob shot each other a look. You knew the jig was up; these boys could read you almost too well. “All right, I met someone there yesterday. He was really nice. And I wanted to see him again because I forgot to get his number.”

Tony and Jacob let out a long, “Ooooh,” at your response.

“Well, I hear all the Dommo’s bartenders and baristas are kind of fuck boys, Y/N, so it might be well-worth your time to just skidaddle anyway,” Tony said. “But I mean, if you want to meet him, just pop-in for more coffee or something when you go get your car.”

You bit your lip. “I know, but he just didn’t seem like the usual type for Dommo’s. He actually seemed nice, like he wanted to talk to me. He listened to me complain about my major for like two hours, and gave me free sangria. You don’t just give anyone free sangria.”

“We do every week,” Jacob replied, lifting his arms up. “Whine and Wine, c’mon.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yes, but we’re close friends. This guy was a stranger.”

“Doesn’t our roommate work at Dommo’s?” Tony asked, slightly scrunching his face up.

Jacob shook his head. “No, you idiot. He works at Wilson’s.”

“I swore he told me that once,” Tony muttered, shaking his head.

At that moment, your group’s name was called out, and you were ushered to a table in the back that seated four. You all ordered a round of mimosas, but you were all going to stick to just that — only one. Tony and Jacob were admittedly a little bit hungover still from last night, and while you were fine, you thought it’d be good to still hold off after all the sangria you drank the night before.

You chatted with both Jacob and Tony about how classes were going so far. Tony was going to have a stressful upcoming week, considering he had an exam coming up in one of his chemistry classes. Jacob, however, was going to be able to take it easy this week. He was a film and acting student, and he only had to worry about a group project he was going to be tackling soon. For the most part though, he was more thrilled than anything when it came to its progress so far, discussing how he met this new girl named Zendaya he wanted to integrate into the friend group.

“She’s a great actress and one of the most laid-back girls I’ve ever met in my life,” Jacob said.

“What is she studying?” you asked, lifting your eyebrows up.

“Women studies and music theory, but she’s heavily involved in the theater scene too.”

“You have to invite her for whine and wine. We need someone new in the mix,” Tony insisted. He then turned to you. “Are you inviting anyone new?”

“Maybe Brynn,” you mused, shrugging.

Jacob and Tony both groaned.

They hadn’t completely warmed up to your friend after an ill-fated incident at a previous party where she, in a completely drunken haze, decided to start jumping on Tony’s already fragile bed, and ended up breaking it. They hadn’t seen her since, slightly agitating the relationship between them and her. In her defense, she did help Tony pay for a new headboard and whatnot. So she wasn’t completely disgraced — just not a favorite to have around.

“You know what that means, time to lock all the bedrooms,” Tony huffed.

You giggled at your friends response, shaking your head. “I don’t think she’ll do something like that again. Besides, it’ll be good to have her around again. You guys can actually get to know her this time around. She’s a good person to complain with.”

“Why couldn’t you just get the bartender’s number and invite him instead?” Tony griped. You knew he was (mostly) kidding, but you were a little bit sad when you realized how fun it would be to invite Tom to Jacob and Tony’s parties on Wednesday nights. You could sit in the corner and chat, sipping on more wine and just get to know each other.

“More mimosas?” your waitress asked, approaching your table.

“I think we’re going to stick to water now,” Jacob replied, thanking her.

After a surplus of french toast and laughing, you were soon walking along the street toward Dommo’s to pick up your car.

Chatter consumed the world around you and you weaved in between all the people who were heading toward their own hangover brunch. You couldn’t help smiling, thinking of how you loved your college town for all its quirks.

As you headed in front of Dommo’s, you immediately spotted your car in one of the two hour free-lots, groaning when you realized you’d gotten a parking ticket for exceeding on your allotted time. It was a $35 ticket — not the worst you’d ever gotten downtown, but still not great.

Figuring you had nothing to lose still, you popped your head inside, scanning the room for Tom.

You sighed when you realized he wasn’t inside, but told yourself that you could maybe make a run by another time. He still owed you that latté that he talked to you about last night anyway. Either way, you headed back to your car, tucking the parking ticket in your glove box.

***

Over the course of the weekend, you quickly got over Tom. You fixated on your homework that was due Monday and Tuesday, burned some candles, and caught up on your favorite television shows. He turned from your brief confidanté into a passing memory.

Soon enough, you were back in your poli-sci class, plopped next to Brynn on the left side of the classroom as your professor lectured. You were nervous about today. He’d sent out an email before class that said he would be handing back papers today — a paper you rushed to complete and barely glanced over. You knew your grade was bound to be fucked by the time you got yours.

While your thoughts spiralized, your classmates were consumed in a debate over the topic of the paper. You heard Brynn contribute to the discussion and you started to doodle on your notebook, in hopes of temporarily escaping your thought process.

You then felt Brynn nudge you, a typical cue for when she needed you to back her up on something. You figured it was the typical conservative boys in the corner giving her trouble, and lifted your head up.

“What’s going on?” you whispered in her ear. “I’ve been tuned out.”

She snickered. “Nothing really, just Brad and Chad here are saying that voter fraud is the reason Hillary Clinton won the popular vote, and it’s an epidemic across the country. No racist history behind voter laws whatsoever.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, your poli-sci discussion always turned into this at one point. You typically enjoyed the debates a little bit more, but since it was still within the first month, you were in the less compelling element of class. You were less enthusiastic about the fact that you were currently stuck in this class with two of your least favorite fellow political science majors — Carter Higgins and Quentin Carver. They’d followed you through the political science classes since your freshman year, but most of the time, you were fortunate enough to only have one of them. This semester, you got both of them.

You were grateful when your professor decided to cut off the discussion early to hand back papers. You slumped back in your seat, somewhat eager to see your grade and yet not prospective about how it was bound to look.

Soon enough, your professor called out your name. Your fingers felt jittery as you walked up to the front, and grabbed the folded paper from his hand, and returned to your seat.

You unfolded the packet of paper carefully. You were surprised when you saw in red pen on the front a giant “A” and a note from him that said, “Excellent job.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You slumped back into your chair, this time in pure disbelief.

“What did you get?” Brynn asked, leaning over to spot it. “Holy shit, first paper and you already aced it. He’s a tough grader too. Congrats.”

You’d heard of this particular professor’s reputation before throughout others who took his class, so you were familiar with some of the horror stories when it came to grading. You knew it wasn’t just you who helped coordinate all of this, as your mind wandered back to your Friday night in Dommo’s and the bartender who was kind enough to look over your paper.

You focused back on Brynn. “Thanks! How did you do?”

She frowned, “B+, but still good. Better than I expected, that’s for sure.”

You packed up your things into your backpack, waiting patiently for everyone to be handed back their papers. Once everyone had, he gave a short overview of what to do on future papers, should anyone need help and reiterated his office hours incase anyone wanted to chat about their grade. Shortly after, everyone was dismissed, and you slung your backpack back over your shoulder. There was a bounce in your step as you approached the door to the classroom, but right as you were getting ready to leave, your professor called your name again.

You turned around, facing him. “Yes, Professor McKinley?”

“I was really impressed with your paper, Y/N. It was one of the best I’ve seen right off the bat in this class. You have a fairly impressive future ahead of you,” he said.

You were flattered by the statement. Sure, you excelled in all of your political science courses, and you were glad you were already doing well in this class in particular. Yet, the thought of the future still somewhat terrified you. You wanted to tell this professor so badly that you had no idea how you were going to handle things following this school year, and the last thing you thought the future would be for you was “impressive.”

“I’m currently looking for an undergraduate student to be a research assistant and join my team,” he continued. “I think you would be perfect for the job if you’re interested. I need someone that I know can analyze, write, and work well with others. Currently, I just have one person, Carter Higgins actually, who works with me, but I always like to have another person around while campaign season unfolds.”

You gulped. You weren’t sure if you wanted to work alongside Carter; you hated him. Yet, this was a tremendous opportunity. Professor McKinley was one of the most well-connected professors politically. If you wanted a job at a non-profit or in a politician’s office, he almost always had a way in. If you joined and impressed him, you could ride on his coattails.

“What exactly would I be responsible for?”

“Just doing research, maybe picking up some books from the library. We’d go to different parties of political candidates as well. You might accompany me to a few panels as the election approaches, all sorts of things. It’s a great opportunity to network and learn more about political research.”

You bit your lip. Admittedly, you didn’t like your current job so much. It’d be nice to do something during the school year that focused on what you were passionate about.

“I’d love to do it,” you said.

He beamed. “Great, I’ll send you a link tonight to apply. I’m looking forward to working with you, Y/N.”

You gave him a polite thank you, before exiting the room. Brynn was outside, leaning against a wall and waiting for you. You smiled when you saw her.

“What was that all about?” she asked, synchronizing with your step as you both exited the building.

“Professor McKinley just asked me to work for him and do something political research,” you said, not meaning to brag, but well, it did sound that way.

You hated whenever you talked to Brynn about things like this. While she was an amazing friend, she was prone to jealousy and being competitive. A lot of the times, that manifested in your friendship with one another.

You could tell she was a little bit envious about the offer you received, and you felt a little bit guilty. Soon enough, a smile was on her face. You weren’t sure how genuine it was.

“That’s good. You’re going to get a lot of good networking out of that,” she said. “Congratulations!”

And yet, it felt forced. You weren’t sure just why you felt so guilty. Normally, if something like this happened, you would wave off the person who was exhibiting this kind of jealousy. But it was Brynn, and Brynn was one of the most passionate people you’d ever met. She genuinely cared about political science; it was her life ambition. The opportunity would have meant so much more than a resume line and connections to her.

“Thanks,” you replied. “But here’s the downside, I have to work with Carter Higgins.”

She groaned and you felt a little bit better in knowing you could now joke with her about the offer.

“I fucking hate that kid. He thinks he’s so important just because he’s a man and knows how to walk on two legs,” Brynn muttered. “Timmy Turner lookin-ass.”

You giggled at your friend’s string of insults. None of them were inaccurate.

“Speaking of Carter, why were you so spacey today? I needed your back-up.”

You let out a long sigh, uneasy how to best navigate the conversation. You didn’t want to agitate the whole friendship you had between you and Brynn, since you’d known she spent all week working on the paper. You knew she was going to judge you just a little bit for your lack of promptness with the paper, particularly since you’d gotten the special offer from Professor McKinley.

So you settled for, “Oh, I’ve just been anxious all day.”

“Why?”

You hadn’t thought that far along yet.

“Just a number of different things,” you said slowly. You decided your best bet was to slowly spin off the truth. “And like, I don’t know, I was nervous about my grade on the paper because I didn’t think it was my best work, and like, this one is going to sound a little bit lackluster, but I met this cute boy this weekend. We flirted for a few hours and I really liked him, but I forgot to get his number.”

It was an exaggeration to an extent, but for the most part, there was no lie.

“Oh that always sucks. I’ve done something like that before,” she replied, frowning slightly. “But hey, maybe you’ll bump into him again sometime soon. And like, I feel you on the anxiety in general, because I get that all the time.”

You felt yourself simmer down after her response. There were so many reasons you liked Brynn, but primarily because she never invalidated you when you talked about the things that were stressing you out. Even if they were just small things like forgetting to get a boy’s number at a bar.

“So, tell me about the boy,” she nudged you on.

You smiled and recounted how you met Tom to her, and how you opened yourself up to him so immediately it surprised you. You told her how sweet he was, how he waited to ensure you were comfortable with him giving you a ride home and in making sure you got home safely to begin with.

“Wow, you’re smitten by someone you’d only met for maybe two hours,” Brynn remarked.

You laughed. “I know, highly unlikely for me right?” You shook your head, your eyes slightly sparkling. “Some people are just magnetic, though, you know? And I think he’s one of those rare types.”

Brynn donned a smile at your words. “I honestly never thought I’d see the day where you were so flustered over another person. Who knew Dommo’s would put something like this together, huh?”

Brynn was reasonably surprised. In all the years that she’d known you, you’d never really pursued a relationship with another person. Often when someone was interested, you’d go on a date, but it almost always turned into nothing besides maybe a brief fling. This was the first time she saw you genuinely entranced by another person since you’d both been at college.

It was just that you were a total stickler about dating people you felt like were just as motivated as you were. Or at least, people who could keep up with you in terms of interests and banter. Other potential significant others you’d met over the years were great, but you always felt like you were never fully understood by them.

There was something different about this thing with Tom. Finding common ground wasn’t an issue. He got you.

“Hopefully it stays a thing. I haven’t seen him since, remember?” you continued. “And I don’t know how to see him again considering I don’t exactly have his phone number or anything like that?”

“Well, hopefully we’ll find him somehow. Worse come to worse, just run to the studio on Friday and see if he’s around. Or go to Dommo’s again somehow. If he works there as much as he says he does, I’m sure you’ll bump into him eventually.”

***

It was Wednesday night, which only meant one thing for your friend group — Whine and Wine time. You pulled the Yellowtail you’d been saving in your cabinet out, placed it in a bag, and walked over to Jacob and Tony’s apartment.

When you first moved out of the dorms, you knew you wanted to live by yourself. Jacob and Tony desperately wanted you to move into their apartment, but you had a feeling that if you shared a home with them, you wouldn’t be able to handle their living habits. Even so, the three of you agreed to live in the same apartment complex anyway — that way if you ever wanted to hang out or get drunk at the others’ apartment, it wouldn’t be a far distance.

You’d arrived at their front door in less than five minutes. Jacob’s eyes brightened considerably when he opened the door and saw you, and you gave him a tight hug. You were the second person there; the first being Laura, who was an expert at making sangria and was helping them out.

Granted, the general rule in your friend group was to typically arrive 30 minutes after the planned time. So by that standard, you were still about 15 minutes early.

“You’re not going to believe who’s coming today,” Jacob said as soon as you walked into the apartment.

You raised an eyebrow, setting the yellowtail you brought on the counter. “Who?”

“Our roommate,” Tony said from the couch. He was sprawled across it, already half a wine glass into the night. “Can you believe it? I invited him, not really thinking he’d say yes, and he texted back that he’d love to come!”

“He’s gonna be here around 8 o’clock,” Jacob said, nodding his head.

You grinned. “Way to include him in the friend group finally, guys!”

“You’re awfully excited, Y/N,” Laura remarked from the kitchen.

“Okay, they’ve been telling me about this guy for a while now, and he’s so mysterious like- I’m just curious about him. Where does he go? What does he do? Is he cute?”

“She’s going to scare him off within the first five minutes of being here,” Tony said.

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe he’ll be happy that someone is finally acting interested in his life around here. You guys just ignore him!”

Jacob raised his hand. “In my defense, I try talking to him. Tony barely acknowledges him in the kitchen.”

“I don’t,” Tony admitted. “It’s just weird, like what do we talk about?”

“Wait, so in the morning if you’re like in the kitchen at the same time you guys just stand there in silence?” Laura asked.

You nodded your head. “Tony does at least.”

Laura shot him a look. “You don’t at least say hi or anything?” Tony shrugged again, and Laura rolled her eyes, slightly giggling. “No wonder he doesn’t really come home!”

“I’m trying now!” Tony attested, lifting up his glass of wine for another sip.

“He’s redeeming himself,” you joked. “Speaking of redemption, you know my good friend Brynn, she’s coming tonight. And I think we should give her a chance again, okay?”

Both Tony and Jacob groaned again.

“I’m already at max capacity tonight, Y/N! She broke my bed!” Tony protested.

Laura giggled from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes. “Guys, c’mon. She’s so much fun. Might be a little bit judgey from time to time but like a good friend.”

Jacob shrugged. “Listen, I’m usually just joking about all of this. I don’t actually have a problem with her. If you say she’s good, I believe you.”

Tony was pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m locking my bedroom door.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, before turning to Jacob and asking, “And what about your friend?”

Jacob frowned. “She’s not coming tonight. She couldn’t make it.”

Tony sat up straight. “What?!”

Jacob shrugged again. “She said she was busy! She seemed disappointed, so maybe some other night.”

Tony let out a long sigh. “I hope she comes eventually. We need more friends around here,” he said.

Laura then started pouring herself a glass of sangria from the pitcher. She offered some to you, which you naturally accepted.

It was good, but not even close to the quality of sangria Tom made you at Dommo’s. But even so, you were content with it.

“Damn, she’s missing out on some great sangria,” you complimented, taking another sip.

Slowly, more of your friends started piling into the apartment. Abraham, Sally, and some people you didn’t know well started walking in right around 7:30 p.m., exactly when you expected more of the crowd to show up. You nudged Tony over and sat on the edge of the couch. Laura sat on the other side of Tony, while Jacob primarily played host by greeting everyone who came in.

Brynn came next, after the large wave of people. She plopped on the ground in front of you, and you could see Tony eyeing her. You knew he was genuinely wary around her, and you couldn’t help giggling slightly at their dynamic.

Brynn started making conversation with Tony, and surprisingly, he was receptive to it. You were only half-tuned into their discussion, as you sipped more of your sangria and enjoyed being slightly antisocial for a long moment.

“So when are we going to start complaining or start group games?” one of Jacob and Tony’s friend that you hadn’t met yet asked.

That was another tradition of whine and wine — when you weren’t crying over your week, you were usually sitting together in a circle playing Cards Against Humanity or more likely, King’s Cup.

“Soon as my roommate gets here,” Jacob said. “We’re waiting on him and a friend to officially get started.”

You all gathered around in different sections across the room to begin catching up. You mostly pursued conversation with Laura, talking about her classes and what life had been like as an accounting major.

Every now and then, you glanced over at Tony and Brynn, who were still having somewhat of a decent conversation. Tony seemed less uneasy about opening up to Brynn now, as his animosity from Brynn breaking his bed was now gone. Laura nudged you about it, placing bets that by the end of the night they would hook-up.

You wandered over to Jacob, who was pouring some more wine for himself over by the kitchen.

“They’re getting along well now, huh?” you whispered, gesturing over to Brynn and Tony.

Jacob snickered. “You know how Tony is. You think the two of them will be good for each other?”

You cocked your head. “I think they have the potential to be. Either they’re going to mortal enemies or soulmates.” Jacob laughed.

But then, the door swung open. You knew who it was going to be even before Jacob leaned over to say it. It was the mysterious third roommate — the one that you’d heard so much information about, but had never met. You felt your heart pick up its pace, ready to make your judgements as soon as the door came to a close.

Two heads poked their way in the apartment. The first was a tall, blond man, with broad shoulders and a serious expression. As you weaved your way through your own memory, you realized you didn’t recognize the face. And it didn’t seem to fit the descriptor Jacob and Tony t0ld you about since they’d moved into this apartment. They told you their third roommate was on the shorter side, and this guy seemed to be fairly average in height, if not higher than average, all together.

But, even more surprising was when you were able to see the second head that stuck its head through the crack of the door. You knew the face; it’d been a face you’d been looking for almost extensively over the course of the past few days. And now, there he was — Tom himself. He was standing right in front of you, with an inquisitive and apprehensive expression across his face as his eyes surveyed over the room. With the ways his eyes moved with ease, like he knew the apartment itself, you knew at once he was the mysterious third roommate Jacob and Tony had been talking about so much.

You laughed to yourself about the irony of it all. You’d been looking for him for so long it felt like, and now, he was right under your nose after all this time.

His eyes brightened once they connected with yours.

“Oh, Y/N, my roommate is here,” Jacob said, nudging you. “Tom! There’s someone I want you to meet!”

He weaved his way over to you and Jacob in the kitchen, his blond friend following closely behind.

“Tom, this is Y/N,” Jacob said, gesturing toward you. “She’s a friend of mine and Tony.”

Tom shoved his hands in his pockets. “Oh, Y/N and I actually know each other. We met Dommo’s this weekend.” He gave you a quick head nod, and you smiled.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” He shot a look over at you. You could tell by his reaction that it was all clicking in his head — the way you were eying Tom, the conversation you’d had at Over & Easy, the fact that Tom said you’d already met, and more.

“Yeah, Tom was really helpful to me when I was complaining over that paper I had to write for pols. He even proofread it for me,” you replied.

Jacob nodded his head, a small smirk tugging on his lips. It was all the confirmation he needed. You tried not to blush.

“This is my mate, Harrison by the way,” Tom said, gesturing over to the tall blond boy standing next to him. He stayed relatively quiet throughout the introduction, but now he gave you and Jacob a quick greeting. He was a fellow Brit, you learned quickly. “Harrison, this is Y/N and then Jacob, who is my flatmate. The other one is somewhere around here.”

Jacob and you both gave a quick wave.

“Welcome to your first whine and wine,” Jacob said. “There’s sangria over in the corner, and all the wine is communal usually, so feel free to drink whatever. No one really gives a shit here, we all just try to get drunk and complain.”

Harrison and Tom both grinned.

“Now that’s what I’m down for, mate,” Harrison said, and all of you laughed.

Tom and Harrison excused themselves from the conversation to get a drink. Jacob shot you a look again.

“So that bartender you’ve been obsessed with is my roommate?” he asks.

“It appears so,” you replied, cocking your head. “And I’m not obsessed with him. Just… curious.”

Jacob chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, whatever. I know you.”

You gave a pout. “I’ve only met him once.”

Jacob shrugged. “Just saying, for meeting only once, he obviously left an impression on you.”

And in truth, Jacob was absolutely right. You were enamoured by Tom in a way you couldn’t quite explain. There was just something about him that you were still trying to decipher.

You weren’t sure if you’d met anyone like him before.

Tom wandered back over to you and Jacob, Harrison closely in tow. He lifted up his glass of sangria, in somewhat of a cheering motion.

“Sangria isn’t so bad, huh?” you asked him, as he took a sip out of the glass.

Tom shook his head, a small smile curling up on his lips. “Do you like it better than mine?”

You pursed your lips. “Yours is definitely the best I’ve had.”

You could tell Jacob and Harrison were surprised by how easily the two of you got into conversation, but they weren’t quite fully sure on the context behind the topic at hand.

“At the bar I work at, I make sangria a lot of the time,” Tom explained. “I’m always trying out new recipes. Y/N was one of the few to try a new one I made the other day.”

“It was really good,” you replied, nodding your head.

“Well, you’ll have to bring it over to Whine and Wine sometime. I think we need more of that around here, if anything. The more alcohol, the better,” Jacob said. He was met by the chuckles of both Tom and Harrison. “But, we’re going to start a game soon if you guys want to jump in. We usually play Cards Against Humanity, or like King’s Cup which is a fun drinking game.”

Tom shook his head. “I think I’ll hold off for now.”

“I’ll jump in,” Harrison offered.

Jacob shot you a meaningful look.

“I’ll hang back,” you said swiftly. “I’ll kick in though after a few rounds, okay?”

Jacob seemed a bit disappointed by your answer, and you knew it had a partial role in the fact that earlier in the week, you’d turned down hanging out with Jacob and Tony at all of those parties. But he could handle himself. This was the first time you were seeing Tom in a while, and you wanted to get to know him better.

Jacob and Harrison both headed over to the living room, where the whole crowd of attendees were hanging out. You tried to stop your hands from fidgeting when you realized you were alone with Tom now.

“I got a job because of your excellent proofreading skills,” you said, a bit abruptly. “Thank you for that.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised at your statement, and a small grin curled up on his lips. “Really? Where?”

You explained how it was a research assistant job, but the professor it was attached to had multiple connections that were bound to help your own prospective career. You mentioned how you got one of the best grades in the class compared to the other students on the paper, and how he’d noticed it.

Tom nodded his head and his eyes stayed fixated on your face as he talked. It was a bit strange, being able to talk to someone with them being so intent in paying attention in what you had to say. It was so typical in college for all the people you were usually around to maybe check their phone every now and then, or at some point, their eyes would slightly glaze over as you spoke. But that wasn’t the case with Tom. Not at all.

He was attentive and engaged. His coffee eyes were soft, but with kindness, rather than with a lack of interest.

“Congratulations,” Tom said finally, when you were done explaining the premise of your new job. “It sounds like you’re a perfect fit for it.”

“Yeah, m’pretty stoked about it,” you replied, shrugging slightly. “I know I gave you all that talk about how it’s not necessarily my passion, but like I actually think this could be good.”

Tom nodded his head. “At least gives you the hope that you’re going somewhere after college. Which means you’re probably doing better than the rest of us.”

You grinned. “Tom, it seems like you have it pretty together.” He snorted, but you continued. “I mean seriously, you host a good radio show, and from the small interaction we’ve had together, you seem pretty emotionally in-tune. Which is more than you could say about most of the men that I’ve met.”

He snickered. “Well, you haven’t gotten to know me super well yet, so maybe hold off on making a lot of judgements yet. I don’t know if emotionally in-tune is necessarily the best way to describe me.”

You bit your lip, and said softly, “I think I’d like to get to know you better though.” Tom raised an eyebrow. “I just think we could be good friends is all. And you live with two of my best friends, as I’ve learned after today. So, might as well, right?”

You’d backed off a little bit, thinking maybe your initial move was a bit too forward. But thankfully, Tom followed along with it.

“Yeah, if anything, you should come by Dommo’s again sometime soon,” he replied. “After all, I still owe you that latté.”

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I was so worried I’d miss this totally awesome Spidersona bandwagon that I stayed up absurdly late for several nights finishing this. XD AND NOW PREPARE YOURSELVES BECAUSE I GOT A BUNCH OF DUMB INFO TO LAY ON YA (Below the Cut, of course.) Also stay tuned because I’mma make a bunch of silly extra doodles. THERE ARE SO MANY COOL SPIDERSONAS OUT THERE MAN

Alias: Trap Spider

Real Name: Jenn

Age: 29

Turf: Dayton, OH

Strengths: Underground/indoor settings, element of surprise, spidey-enhanced inventiveness

Weaknesses: Hand-to-hand/close-quarters combat, flying enemies, being surprised

Faith: Christian

Random Fun Facts:

HATES actual spiders, ew gross gross

Loves puns

Huge superhero nerd, this is the coolest thing ever

Silently terrified of accidentally hurting/killing someone

Ambivert (talkative and likes being around people, until she doesn’t, and then LEAVE HER ALONE)

Compassionate but gets a bit ranty when losing temper.

Doesn’t swear, may come up with creative non-curses when stressed (“FOR THE LOVE OF BAKED BEANS”)

Words-minded person still coming to terms with suddenly becoming a mechanically-minded person, too.

Has a dog, a cat, and two chinchillas. Will adopt younger superheroes if she finds them.

Backstory: Despite appearances, Trap Spider is not from some clockwork universe; she’s just a massive steampunk nerd who saw an opportunity to incorporate her favorite cosplay into a superhero costume and ran with it. XD; In this universe, Oscorp created a set of genetically-enhanced spiders, one from each of a selection of spider species, in an attempt to create Spideys who could defeat the original Spiderman. After a fight with Spiderman caused them to escape, Jenn managed to get bitten by the radioactive trapdoor spider (which made her FREAK OUT AUGH A REALLY UGLY SPIDER BIT ME KILL ME NOW) on a visit to New York. She didn’t figure out that this gave her spider powers until she got back home (like a dork), so she’s mostly had to learn how to Spidey on her own (and by watching/reading about other Spideys). She doesn’t actually live IN Dayton, but about ten minutes out, where nothing interesting ever happens; she drives to the city a few nights a week to patrol. (This doesn’t raise any suspicions from family/friends, as she lives alone and is already notorious for staying up stupidly late.)

Being based on trapdoor spiders, her power set is a little different from most Spideys where her mode of transportation is concerned. She has natural webs that shoot from her wrists, but she can change them between two kinds. One is an extremely thin filament, about the size and strength of high-gauge fishing line. It will stick to walls much like a regular spider’s webbing would, and is great for triplines and tying things off. But the filaments are too thin and weak to support her weight, so she can’t swing with them. The other type is a very, very sticky webbing that has mild paralytic properties (I mean both of them probably do, but the filament wouldn’t have enough effect to notice unless you, like, ate it. Which... why would you do that.) This sticky webbing is very stretchy and thus ALSO bad for web-swinging. So despite having all sorts of super cool uses for her web stuff, the only way she can safely/reliably web-swing would be to A) borrow another spidey’s webshooter, or B) tie the rope she made by weaving together her filament webbing and swing from that. But then she’d have to go back for it later because she’s really proud of that rope, so. Webswinging is usually a no.

But hey, trapdoor spiders live underground, right? So why not utilize the sewers of Dayton to get around, as utterly gross as that may be? (Note To Self: Install air filters in mask at earliest possible date.) She found a nice spot down there that would work as a base of operations (aka lair), and it’s where she keeps things like spare shot gauntlet canisters, shock gauntlet batteries, a sewing kit, snacks, a police radio, etc.

While still able to wall-crawl and throw full-grown men with ease, she’s not QUITE as strong as other Spideys (no lifting entire buildings off herself, PARKER), so she relies instead on her newly-acquired speed/agility, spacial awareness, and device-creating capabilities. She can move very quickly around by spider-jumping and general parkour. She made her gauntlets, one of which provides a sharp punch of electricity (for those occasions when she’s forced to fight close-up), the other which shoots whatever is in the canisters she hangs on her belt/boots – web goop splatbombs (made from her sticky webbing), stink spray, tracer dye like they use on bank money, whatever other random concoction she decides to try out (only the web goop comes from her powers). She also has little vials of condensed smoke that can be sprayed, or smashed on the ground for an especially big effect. All of this lends to her tactic of sneaking up on opponents and capturing them through the element of surprise. Why fight a robber head-on when you can sneak ahead of him and goop him to the wall, or create a ridiculously over-sized version of that box-propped-up-by-a-stick trap from the cartoons? (She keeps random tools and rope on her utility belt because sometimes you just NEED a screwdriver.)

In general, Trap is non-violent and would prefer not hurting people even if she weren’t also not super good at hand-to-hand combat. If a trap fails or she gets too close, she will opt to retreat (if possible) and come back around for another sneak attack. She’s very good at staying hidden, and another of her unique powers – web beacons – allow her to tag places or people to alert her when someone passes by or disturbs them. That and her ability to detect the unique vibrations of peoples’ footsteps goes a long way towards keeping track of her marks without being seen.

She’s also a massive nerd and suffers from simultaneously thinking all of this is the coolest thing ever and agonizing that she’s going to get herself or someone killed. But if God gave her superpowers, how can she say no to using them to help people? And did I mention it is REALLY COOL HAVING SUPERPOWERS???

Power Set Summary:

Wall-Crawling

Enhanced Strength (less than classic Spiderman)

Enhanced Agility\Dexterity

Spidey-Sense

This is her most refined spider power, beyond most other Spideys. Her sense not only alerts her to danger but also gives her an extremely heightened sense of spacial awareness – she can instantly understand the dimensions of the space around her and use that to strategize her attack from all angles. This also lends to her ability to rapidly think up traps or decoys, or to hide.

Vibration Sensing – A subset of her spidey sense. She can literally track a single opponent based on the unique vibrations of their footsteps. Very handy when pursuing from the sewers since they follow most streets.

Web Beacons – She can imprint a glob of web goop and stick it to things, and for a limited amount of time she will know exactly where that glob is and if anyone passes or disturbs it.

MacGyvering – increased mechanical understanding of how things go together or how to create things. (Linked to her spatial awareness ability.) She couldn’t necessarily explain to you WHY Part A and Part B need to fit together just so to make her shooter work right, she just KNOWS.

Webs:

Filament Webbing: very strong, very thin, decently sticky. She can use this to snag light materials from a distance, but mostly it’s useful for making traps that require tripwires or tying things to other things. The stickyness and tensile strength of an individual filament is not strong enough to hold her weight for more than a few seconds, so not good for webswinging.

However, she does have about 20 ft. of 1/2″ rope that she made from hours of weaving strands of webbing together. The rope is no longer sticky, it’s been too long. It’s nearly impossible to break and she’s really proud of it. (Also it’s brown because the webbing kinds browns over time.)

Sticky Webbing: Super sticky and has a mildly paralytic effect that can stun or at least slow people if it makes contact with their skin. Very difficult to get off once it sticks on. Mostly used to create sticky entanglement lines or stick people to things. It is rather stretchy and thus hard to predict, so she doesn’t typically use it for webswinging either, although she can in a desperate moment if she isn’t too concerned about where she lands.

Trap uses her sticky webbing to create her splat shots for her shot gauntlet, firing a condensed blob of web goop at enemies that can stick them to the ground and hopefully get the paralytic effect on them. This is her most effective weapon in most circumstances, one splat bomb to a car’s tire can stop it in its tracks.

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The Great Escape || Ben Hargreeves x Reader || Chapter 2

Description: After the death of your childhood sweetheart you began to have very gory and horrific nightmares that lead to your drug and alcohol problem. After your family found out, your sister admitted you to a rehabilitation facility you begin to see glimpses of your old lover walking about the hallway. Have the nightmares finally drove you insane or is your beloved Ben Hargreeves really back from the dead?

Read and find out uwu

Word Count: 1824

Index: uwu

CHAPTER 2

"(y/n)? Who the hell is (y/n)?" Klaus asked his brother as he sat on his own bed. Ben was sitting on the adjacent bed as he looked down at the ground and huffed out a laugh. "... She was someone special to me." Ben said but his answer only made Klaus even more confused. "Since when did you have someone special?"

Ben gave Klaus a look before he stood up. He walked in a circle before looking back at his brother with a rather awkward expression. He took in a deep breath before started to explain.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the final period. Students rejoiced as they all quickly tidied their desks and ran out the classroom. You and your friend were the last ones to leave since you both hated being pushed around by rowdy and hyper 14 year olds. As the both of you exited the building, you decided to go to the 7eleven store right around the corner. Your friend agreed to accompany you so now you were both sitting on an outdoor booth as you sucked on your blueberry slurpee.

While the two of you were talking, your friend got a call from her mom, telling her that she was coming to pick her up. She asked if you wanted to come with them but you declined, saying that your sister was coming to get you. She nodded and said her goodbyes before she walked back to the school's front to wait for her mother.

You stayed for another 10 minutes before you decided to leave. Your parents didn't give you a cell phone yet so you're used to calling your sister on the park phone booth. There was a payphone in front of your school but you preferred to wait in the park.

After you rang your sister to tell her that you were done with school she asked you to wait for a while since she was still in the middle of doing a project for one of her major subjects in college. You agreed and went to sit on one of the benches as you pulled out one of your notebook and began to draw doodles. You weren't a very gifted artist but you thought that drawing was really fun and it helped pass the time.

You were drawing a small cartoon fox when you heard the familiar tune of the Ice Cream cart that frequents the park. You quickly spotted the pink cladded vendor near the fountain and you were pleasantly surprised to find no one else waiting in line for his frozen goodies. You put your notebook back into your bag and approached him. You fished out the money left in your skirt pocket and counted it as you walked. You had enough for chocolate coated popsicles so that's exactly what you ordered. As the ice cream man rummaged through the insides of his portable ice box another kid had appeared and stood next to you.

He was slightly shorter than you but he looked the same age. His hair was neat and tidy and his face was a bit chubby and pouty which made him look kind of cute in your opinion. What really caught your attention, however, was his uniform. It looked like the boys uniform in your school only his was black and red in contrast to your school's light gray and blue.

You caught him trying to sneak a glance at you but he quickly looked away when he realized you were staring. You blushed, realizing it too and turned back to the ice cream vendor. He grunted a few times as he pushed aside popsicle after popsicle until he finally found the one you were looking for. "Here you go, young lady." he said as he handed it to you. You thanked him but before you could walk away the boy spoke.

"What popsicle is that?" he asked in a rather rushed tone, he looked a bit tense. "Chocolate coated." you replied. "How much?" he was stuttering a bit. "Sorry kid, she got the last one." the vendor said, cutting you off. "Oh..." the boy said disappointingly.

"You could try their vanilla one." you suggested. "It's almost as good." The vendor reacted to this and checked in his ice box for any vanilla flavored ice cream and sure enough there were some left. "I'll take one." the boy said. The vendor gave him his popsicle and the boy gave the vendor the amount that he owed. The vendor tipped his hat in gratitude and the two of you walked away. "I'm Ben by the way." he said as he stopped to extend his hand. "(y/n)." you shook his hand and smiled.

"Which school are you from?" you asked, trying to push the conversation forward. "Our uniforms are quite similar, other than the colors." Ben paused for a bit before saying, "I'm homeschooled, actually.". You stared at him, tilting your head as you raised a brow. "You need a uniform for homeschool?"

"Uh... " Ben was getting flustered and nervous as he found it more and more difficult to speak. He wasn't exactly used to talking to girls, other than his sisters. In fact, he wasn't exactly the most social of the bunch either. He stumbled on his words a bit as you patiently waited for him to continue the conversation with a growing smile but before he could mutter a full word you heard a beep coming from behind you. Your sister was waving at you and motioned for you to get in the car. You waved back before turning back to Ben. "Um, to be continued?" you gave him a shy but yet koi smile. "See you next time, Ben." you turned on your heel and ran towards your sister as she honked impatiently. "Yeah, see you." Ben mumbled as he watched you drive away.

Behind him Allison fell from a tree and Vanya stood up from one of the bushes. The ice cream vendor looked a little shock at this but said nothing. Allison quickly got up on her feet and dusted herself off. She squealed as she rushed over to Ben and squeezed his arms "Oh my gosh, Ben, She totally likes you!" hearing Allison say that made Ben's stomach flutter

"How can you tell?" Vanya asked as she walked up to them, picking off all the twigs and leaves that managed to get stuck in her hair. Allison rolled her eyes. "Uh, duh!" she retorted "She said she wanted to see him again."

"See you next time is a pretty loose expression. She could just be saying that to be polite." Vanya pointed out but Allison waved her off. "Okay Ben, you did good today but you gotta do better tomorrow when you see her again." she grinned. "You gotta stop the whole nervous-stuttering-thing, okay? You're starting to sound like Diego." Ben nodded as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. His forgotten popsicle was melting onto his hand.

"What makes you so sure she'll come tomorrow?" Vanya asked. "She always hangs out here after her school's dismissals." Ben said casually. Vanya cringed "How long have you been following her?" she asked "Isn't what your doing kind of... Stalker-y." Allison hushed Vanya and looked at Ben. "Don't listen to her. I think it's romantic." she stated and Ben gave her a half smile.

Ben still couldn't get over the fact that he was finally talking to you. He was already familiar with the feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees you but the hard thumping in his chest as he spoke with you was an entirely new sensation. "You guys promise you won't tell Luther and the others about her, right?" he looked at his sisters pleadingly. Allison motioned a zipper on her lips, placed her hand on her heart and gave him a wink as Vanya simply nodded.

The next day Ben was sitting on the bench where you usually sat and you greeted him when you arrived. The two of you continued your conversation you had yesterday and it wasn't long until the two of you really hit it off. You were laughing, he was laughing, Ben was starting to get more comfortable around you, the two of you talked until the sun was setting and your sister angrily came to pick you up because you didn't call her sooner. The two of you said your goodbyes but not before you promising to meet each other to here again. And you did. Everyday without fail.

You had to admit, if it was some other boy who approached you that day and you found him waiting for you in your usual spot in the park you would have booked it and waited for your sister at your school. But it wasn't just some other boy, it was Ben, and as much as it embarrassed you to admit it you saw something in him that you really liked and that's why you stayed.

Klaus looked at Ben with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you telling me you had a girlfriend back when you were still a little squidling?" he asked and Ben nodded. Klaus stood up and so did Ben. "Wait, wait, wait, so, you." Klaus gestured to Ben. "Ben Hargreeves, Number 6, adopted son of Reginald Hargreeves, had a girlfriend when you were 14?" he asked in disbelief and Ben answered with a simple yes. "How the hell did you keep that a secret from dad? From the rest of us? Why didn't you say anything when you came back as.... As.... This... " Klaus' brain was forming too many questions too fast and it gave him a small headache trying to process all of them and he groaned.

Ben looked down for moment, feeling a bit guilty, before saying, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you when we were kids. I just thought you were going to rat me out to dad or something." he tried to explain but Klaus looked at him with disdain. "But you told Allison and Vanya?" Klaus slowly, shook his head his voice getting higher. Ben sighed at his brothers over reaction. "I needed advice on how to talk to girls, okay! If I my super power was to smooth talk girls into liking me I never would have told them." he tried to defend himself but Klaus was still visibly upset. At this moment, Ben was starting to miss high Klaus. Sober Klaus always gets so moody when he's in the withdrawal stage.

"You know what? I can't deal with this right now." Klaus said as he flung his hands down his legs. "I'm going to go and try to get something drink from the cafeteria because oranges juice never lied or kept secrets from their brothers.". He stormed out the room leaving a frustrated Ben huffing with his arms crossed.

A.N.: Hi guys!

Just wanna say thank you all for all of ya’ll supporting this story I honestly didn’t expect this much attention on the first few chapters huhu, anyways, I already made an index thingy, link is up there, so it would be easier for you guys to navigate.Hopefully huhu.

Also, updates are like 100% faster in my Wattpad because that was the first place I posted this on huhu so if you have a Wattpad acount or if you have the app just put this story in your library and follow me if you want. My username is number_19_the_writer and the link to this book is on the index thingy. uwu thanks for reading! Have a nice day!

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seoulscenarios · 6 years

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College AU! Ju Haknyeon

-Major: communication and media (radio specialist)

-Minor: mandarin

-Sports: once tried out for football but the coach kicked him out after flirting with sunwoo, their captain, tried to be part of jaehyun’s table tennis club but jaehyun accidentally hit him too hard with the ball and maybe he cried so now he just supports all of his friends and creates cheerleading routines with juyeon at everyone’s events

-Clubs: dance !!! also a radio host on the campus radio

-Haknyeon is probably the bubbliest, happiest kid on campus

-He literally radiates with good vibes all the time, which his friends are grateful for bc u bet if they’re having a bad day Haknyeon just walks over to them and suddenly the grey clouds are gone the birds are chirping again

-Haknyeon is that boy

-He’s just very happy and enthusiastic to be in the moment, loves going to classes and making pretty notes that he can decorate with stickers and doodles

-He even has a customised pencil case with loads of cartoon pigs on it to remind him of home bc he wasn’t allowed to bring Honey into his campus dorms which upset him a lot bc who could he cuddle to sleep now ?? (hint: it’s his roommate Sangyeon and practically every other friend who sleeps over, cuddle bug Haknyeon will cuddle them to sleep)

-Haknyeon’s one of the most dedicated students out of his friends, he’s very passionate about his degree and ever since he was a kid he knew he wanted to be a radio host

-Growing up on an island meant he wasn’t as in touch with what went on the mainland so radio was one of the things growing up he could use to stay in touch, not to mention when he was tending to his pigs or helping round the farm with his mom they used to listen to the radio together singing along to the songs, or laughing at the radio guests

-Haknyeon knew how important the radio was for everyone at home so he decided to become a radio host

-Not to mention as he grew up he put on “broadcasts” for his family about his days at school or what Dongho-hyung had taught him at choir or Seungkwan-hyung’s prank he pulled during a fire alarm

-Haknyeon was a very bright kid, so his broadcasts were well received by his family because he was so enthusiastic about everything he was saying and his little lilt of an accent as he attempted to speak with the Seoul dialect instead of his broad Jeju one

-He even got asked to host awards ceremonies at school bc of how bubbly and enthusiastic he was during his last year of middle school and if anything, that cemented his love and desire to go into communications and as he was applying for colleges he knew he wanted to take the course that specialised in radio communications

-So here he was, thoroughly enjoying learning about the communication world worked and he even landed a spot on the campus radio in his first year which Sangyeon was so proud of him for doing

-Speaking of Sangyeon

-He was practically Haknyeon’s college dad, making sure he was getting enough rest, going to his dance competitions (to see his other boys as well) and tuning into his radio show whenever he could,,, which wasn’t very often during normal semester time as Haknyeon had the dead slot of 2am-4am and Sangyeon had a lot of 8am starts but during finals,,,, well Sangyeon loved tuning in

-Despite having the dead slot, Haknyeon found the experience invaluable

-He could develop his own corners and play his favourite music all the time, occasionally speaking to whatever listeners may be tuned in giving advice or just reading his favourite stories or anecdotes from his classes or his friends or his childhood he just loved talking and hosting his show

-He’s also part of the dance club along with a few of his friends, mainly going for the fun of it and spend more time with his friends bc heck, they hardly spend enough time together as they do completely different majors (though he sees a lot of jaehyun,,,, maybe be too much)

-He loves to dance especially with Changmin choreographing the dances bc he admires Changmin so much and thinks he’s an incredible dancer, if a little odd sometimes

-Changmin lit up during one practice when he walked in late and Haknyeon was spinning to show off to Hwall and Juyeon and he screamed in excitement bc he never knew Haknyeon could b-boy and omg you have to meet Daniel he’s incredible and you could learn so much from him !!! And Haknyeon’s a little overwhelmed bc 1) he’s dizzy from spinning too fast, 2) Changmin screams way too loud and it hurts and, 3) who the hell is Daniel ? Surely Changmin didn’t know the Kang Daniel

-Well turns out he did, the specifics were vague, but Daniel adored Haknyeon and they regularly had b-boy “competitions” on the school grounds and was actually recruited into Daniel’s b-boy club,,, which was just him and Daniel but Daniel occasionally bought him chicken so he wasn’t complaining

-ANYWAY back to communications

-At first, Haknyeon was overwhelmed at the amount of stuff he had to learn bc well,, you don’t exactly study this kind of stuff in high school so it was all new and scary, not to mention he was away from home for the first time and leaving his mom to look after his sisters and he wasn’t allowed to bring his pigs

-But after a few weeks he really settled and made a lot of friends, one of which was his co-host on the radio show, you

-You were a communications major, specialising in radio along with Haknyeon and when you first met him you couldn’t help but want to get close to him so you discreetly moved seats to be by him in your first class together and he shot you a massive grin and introduced himself

-You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to disguise his thick accent and he laughed along with you, eyes crinkled up and your heart did a little thumpity thump bc he was so cute

-You became each other’s rock in class and when your course leader announced that there was a position open to host the radio Haknyeon shyly asked if you wanted to join him bc there needed to be two people and you immediately agreed

-Sure, the 2am-4am slot was DEAD but the two of you made it work as you just got along so well ???

-The first shift was kind of awkward, as to be expected but you had gone to his dorm the other day to plan out a schedule and a list of songs you could play and the entire time you had been giggling shyly to each other and blushing furiously when Sangyeon came back and you guys were leaning on each other on the sofa sharing headphones to decide whether the song could go on the playlist and he just yelped in surprise and the two of you jumped apart

-(Sangyeon secretly thought it was adorable though, he was so happy that Haknyeon was opening up to a new person so happily ?? bc as much as Haknyeon was a friendly, bubbly person… he didn’t have as many close friends as people thought he did)

-But when you rocked up to the radio studio for your first night, a coffee in your hand and wearing an oversized hoodie and seeing Haknyeon there pushing his glasses back so they didn’t slide off his nose as he was reading through his notes your heart FLIPPED and when he flashed you a nervous but happy grin you knew,,, perhaps you were already whipped for this beautiful boy

-Your first show went by so quickly and you could barely remember what had happened but you remember that adrenaline that coursed through your veins and the warm hug that Haknyeon had wrapped you up in when the show had ended and the way your hands brushed against each others as he walked you back to the dorm

-Little did you know that Haknyeon felt the exact same way as you did, starting at almost the exact same moment when he saw you walk through the door looking adorable in your big grey hoodie with sweater paws

-Since that first show, you guys are way more relaxed and you developed a good format for the show to the point where you had one of the most steady listener rates and regular followers who would respond and request songs and stuff (Haknyeon’s friends were the main ones but you had a lot of final year students who listened as they were preparing for their dissertations and thesis’ and they loved hearing the almost naivety of you and Haknyeon as you discussed funny things that happened that day in class)

-Even though you had the graveyard slot and you often came from a full day of tiring classes and extra curricular activities and sometimes you didn’t even want to go and stay up to present on the show, knowing that Haknyeon was there to lift your mood and sometimes he brought food and coffee especially if he knew you had a rough day

-So,,,, a few months pass by and you and Haknyeon became even closer, becoming closer with Haknyeon’s friends (especially Sunwoo, Kevin and Sangyeon) and the feelings you shared became even stronger

-Though did either of you do anything about it? Absolutely not

-Did you both complain to much to Kevin and Sunwoo about your crushes? Absolutely

-Sunwoo just rolled his eyes every time he spent time with Haknyeon when they were “studying” together and he was doodling your name in the margin of his notebook and was like “Haknyeon if you don’t confess any time soon I will tell them that you have the most embarrassingly huge crush on them”

-Haknyeon just blushes and continues to doodle hearts around your name and sighs, knowing he should probably confess but you know it is, he’s not sure you feel the same way about him

-Sunwoo just SIGHS bc dumb kids in love, especially when you invade his dorm space after a show and you WHINE about how cute Haknyeon looked that day and it’s like 5am and Sunwoo is like “dude, please, can I sleep” and you’re like “sunwoo, you were already awake u dumb fool”

-Kevin though,,, Kevin is the literal DEVIL

-He becomes Haknyeon’s go to man bc he always lets Haknyeon rant and he won’t say anything,,,, but this boy is gathering evidence, everything from song recs that Haknyeon would confess with, date ideas he’d take you on and the fact he wants to introduce you to his pet pig

-And Kevin just waits for the opportune moment, a wicked smile appearing on his face every time Haknyeon leaves to go see you or to class

-Not to mention, whenever Kevin could, he would send in requests with those cheesy love songs that Haknyeon told him about and only him, which leaves him FLUSTERED and you’re all blushy bc you’re listening to these songs with Haknyeon and you can’t say anything bc he’s got his head buried in his hands to hide the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks

-Sometimes Kevin would send little messages with things like “this is the perfect song to confess with” or “im sure your crush would love it if you played this song” and well,,, Haknyeon beat Kevin’s ass later, slightly scared that this would scare you off

-Anyways sure enough, the time arrives

-You see, college ruins your immune system and spring allergies combined with a bunch of students getting colds due to stress and the temperature change well,,, that wipes you out one day and you’re stuck in bed with a hacking cough and sniffly nose

-Your roomie, bless their soul, piles you with blankets and cough medicine and gets chicken soup delivered from your favourite Chinese takeout place and lets all your professor know that you’re too ill to make it to class and to email any missed work to you

-An angel tbh

-And with that, you go back to sleep, head pounding and dizzy from the pain killers you had taken to minimise the pain in your chest,,, completely forgetting that you had a radio show to host with Haknyeon and you hadn’t told him you were ill

-So when Haknyeon arrives and the air time is creeping even closer and you’re not there,,,, he’s panic texting Sangyeon, Sunwoo, Kevin, the gc, and your roommate to find out where you were bc he hadn’t heard from you all day and he was worried okay

-But the show must go on and Haknyeon presents it, letting the listeners that he was flying solo today and in each song break he was constantly checking his phone

-About halfway through, Haknyeon was feeling lonely and a bit courageous that he decided to confess, knowing that hardly anyone was listening so he just,,,,, rambled on about how much he liked you

-“Y/N… I know this isn’t ideal and I’m doing this on OUR radio show but I do like you as more than uh well a friend… just the way you smile when you come into the studio with dark circles but a willing smile on your face, giving advice to the listeners or the way you laugh when Kevin tells a really bad pun and you get all breathless I think it’s breath taking… you’re breath taking and I’m sorry if I scared you off these past few days with those dumb love songs we kept playing blame Kevin-hyung for that one, I just really like you and uh… maybe we could talk tomorrow if you’re listening and if you’re not well… I’m sure all 3 of our listeners right now are laughing at me so now I’m gonna play a song we both love ‘falling slowly’ from the musical Once”

-Shakily, Haknyeon turned the song on and buried his face in his hands

-Little did he know, that you had woken up and turned into the radio show,,, knowing you probably should’ve text Haknyeon about it but you just wanted to listen to his soothing voice and when that confession happened,,, you knew you had to do something

-Swallowing a gulp of water, you grabbed your phone and cleared your throat, praying that your voice wasn’t going to sound too bad and as the song came to an end you punched in the number for the radio show

-“Okay we have a caller, say your name and why you’re calling in at 3am good listener”

-“Uhhh…. Haknyeon?

-“Y/N?! Oh my god are you okay why didn’t you text me why are you calling in I’m happy but I’d be happier if I could see y-“

-“I love you Ju Haknyeon”

-“W—what?”

-“I’m in love with you and have been since we met”

-“I’m… oh my god is this you confessing to me? Because I just confessed to everyone listening that I love you and I want to date you please say this is true or else I’m going to cry”

-“Hey don’t cry baby, I want to date you so after this show please come to my dorm and give me cuddles I’m sick”

-“I-yeah I can do that… did you call me baby?!”

-“Goodnight Haknyeonie see you later and good luck with the rest of the show”

-Safe to say Haknyeon just screams down the radio mic in disbelief, much to the chagrin and happiness of the listeners who had been waiting for this since day 1

-And trust me when I say that Haknyeon RAN out of the station at exactly 4am to your dorm, he practically FLEW there

-DATING HAKNYEON

-Well, you’re pretty much dating as soon as Haknyeon wraps you in a massive hug that night

-He definitely nursed you back to health, feeding you soup and binge watching anime with you

-And as soon as your back to health everyone congratulates you bc your clinging onto Haknyeon’s arm as your walking across campus and Haknyeon has the biggest smile on his face as your leaning into each other

-Sitting next to each other in class but now his free hand is resting on your knee and you lean closer to his touch

-You guys are like skinship central, never a hand off each other whether it be holding hands or full on bear hugs you love it

-Haknyeon is just a giddy boy and loves to hold your hand bc he thinks it’s adorable and he can swing it back and forth between you and it always makes you giggle when he does it and happy you means happy Haknyeon

-Oh, and dates where you can eat as much as you can ?? all the time !!

-Haknyeon loves introducing you to all of his favourite restaurants and eating haunts, from noodle places to burger joints to pho Haknyeon knew where ALL the good foods are and somehow he manages to get discount and is on first name basis with all the owners and knows about their families and is always so friendly ?? he’s a mystery

-But hey, discount is always good and so is the food and being with Haknyeon is always the best thing to you

-Haknyeon 100% tries to feed you but always misses your mouth or eats your food instead and every time you “fall” for it but lbr, you let him do it bc a big smile always appears on his face whenever he does it and you pout at him

-Dates to go and get ice cream at 5am bc you were craving it ? sure thing baby let me grab my coat and wallet and let’s go bc Baskin Robbins has a new flavour I wanna try, most likely Haknyeon whenever you ask to go on dates

-If you ever try to cook for him or him for you, well,,, it never really goes well and if Haknyeon is cooking Sangyeon is hovering over him, worrying if he was going to burn the dorm down so you mainly settled on eating out

-Though,,, “if it’s” were always a mood with you too,,,, an “if it” is well,,,, you find whatever is in your cupboards and kitchen, you make something from it and eat all of it

-Cheese, ramyeon, pickled eggs, pepperamis ?? all of it on the plate and you’re eating it in your pjs, watching food network and giggling when Haknyeon spills the soup on his shirt

-Until he takes it off right there and then and you’re like !!!!!!!! HAK !!!!!!

-And he just smirks before running to his room to find a shirt bc he’s just a big baby

-Though,,,, you were too shocked that he was hiding a good body underneath all those soft sweaters

-When he returned he just shot an abashed smile at you and pulled you into to his side and you melt into his touch

-It’s about a month in to the relationship when you kiss him for the first time

-It’s always a weird thing to other people considering how touchy you guys were each other, but kissing had just never turned up

-Not until Haknyeon invites you to his dance performance and you’re In awe of his dance and he looks all attractive and stuff with sweat beading on his forehead and before you could stop yourself as soon as he walks over you’re running into his arms and he spins you round as he picks you up and you just press a kiss on his mouth and well,,, adrenaline ladies,,, you’re kissing a sweaty, hot Haknyeon in front of all of your friends and other dance crews and you couldn’t care less until Jacob screams about you tainting his baby and you break apart laughing

-Since then,,, well kisses ! kisses ! kisses !

-Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, kisses to the back of your hands when your holding hands, to your knuckles, on his nose as he scrunches up, on his shoulder when you back hug him and you press your face to his shoulder blade

-So many kisses !!! and it’s adorable !! 10/10 !!

-You guys have “study” dates but honestly it’s just you guys giggling in the library with Sunwoo looking on disgustedly before sighing when he realises you’re not going to stop flirting in front of him

-Radio shows were even better now, you guys playing songs and planning dates live on air bc somehow your listeners loved to hear about the little dates you guys go on and it’s just very precious okay

-Just,,, dating Haknyeon is the best experience you’ve ever had and everything he does drives your mind wild bc how can he be so cute and precious can one boy be

-And Haknyeon adored every single aspect of you, every emotion, every feeling you gave him when you smiled or frowned or cried, you were so good for him and he adored you and you adored him

-You’re just a very precious, cute couple who everyone busts an uwu over to be quite honest bc I am as well

-(Oh and you definitely end up become Honey’s second parent and you adore that pig so much,,,, just not as much as Haknyeon)

ahhh okay so i went to the fancon and im here to say that i ADORE THE BOYZ WITH MY ENTIRE HEART AND IM STILL CRYING A WHOLE WEEK AFTERWARDS I MISS THEM

to everyone that celebrates the lunar new year, happy new year ! 새해 복 많이 받으세요 !! 新年快乐 !! i hope the year of the pig brings you happiness, health and prosperity !

love, admin leigh

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vancilocs · 5 years

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31-47 for ninida, lazlo(was it lazlo, call me out of i wrote it wrong) aand max?

add an s and make it laszlo and you’re golden! (it’s actually laszlowaria but ain’t nobody got time for that)

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Ninida drinks somewhat, not much, rarely to the point of being hammered but tipsy maybe once a week or so. He’s a lot more jovial and affectionate when drunk, likes hugs, will pet your hair if you have it, laughs and is just a general good sport. Complete opposite when hungover, just leave him into his blanket burrito to recover. Will growl if someone comes too close. Kinda exasperated if people are drunk or hungover around him, complains about it, but if it’s a friend he’ll help in whatever way needed.

Laszlo can drink you under the table, he’s a regular in a local bar when not on duty and has a pocket flask for when he is. Never hammered during working hours but a little tipsy maybe, only blackout drunk if knows he has no duties. Even more out of it when drunk, somehow falls off the floor. His stories have no end, rambles in circles until he passes out, stories may or may not be true at all. Quietly looks after drunk and hungover people by making sure they aren’t in immediate danger, otherwise stays out of it.

Max can drink more than you’d think, she’s short but also has a pretty good resistance… might have drank a tad too much at parties when she was younger. Very rarely gets drunk anymore. Louder and more emotional in every way when drunk, laughs one second, cries the next, gets angry immediately. A mother hen when others get drunk, as a bartender she’s pretty good at spotting when people have had too much.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Ninida doesn’t care about makeup or fashion, just skincare sometimes and the functionality of the clothes (as long as he can show his arms). Lots of pockets, a bulletproof vest under the hoodie. Gloves are cosmetic. Sleeps with sweatpants or underwear on.

Laszlo is colourblind and mostly wears black, puts comfort and functionality over looks, but with a thotty twist. His hair he keeps just long enough to tie up, otherwise his nose and medusa piercings are the most he’s done for his looks. He mainly wears the catsuit given by his boss, otherwise it’s capri pants and t-shirts that don’t get stuck on his shin and forearm spikes. Sleeps with a t-shirt and underwear.

Max takes clothing very seriously, orders mainly online from specific goth brands that carry her size, has outfits planned. Makeup is a second job to her and barely ever steps out the house without it, also makes sure her hair is in ship-shape. Very looks-oriented.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Just… boxers, comfy

Boxers mainly, sometimes backwards, sometimes he forgets

Comfy panties, cute to give confidence but nothing that chafes, she’s on her feet a lot as bartender. Has a bunch of lacy ones for sure.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

He’s typical for a nedian, some 172 cm maybe, slim, a bit less muscular than many others but not too bad of a twink. He’s okay with how he looks, women are the more beefy ones anyways

Around 180 cm, a little over maybe, thicc as a tree trunk. Typical strong arms and thighs for climbing but also some belly fat and love handles to spare. Just an absolute unit and he’s pleased with that

Max is short, some 155 cm and fat. She’s lost a little weight with a diet change to homecooked scheduled meals, but she’s still fat, and she’s completely fine with this and looks bomb as hell

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

He doesn’t really feel guilty about the things he does for fun, doesn’t feel the need to. Though in the end cheating on his wife dipped from “guilty pleasure” to “complete douchebaggery”

He doesn’t have enough braincells to feel guilty, dude was a police officer corrupt as they can be once upon a time. Maybe drinking on the job is a bit of a guilty pleasure but hey, he’s got good tolerance and not enough booze in his flask to get him too messed up.

Buying new makeup and clothes can be a bit of a guilty pleasure, but she neeeeds them. Using them and making herself look glam is something she feels no guilt about though, yes she might look a lil over the top but so what? It’s her style and she likes it

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Can design and build guns like the best of ‘em, it’s a hobby and a job, as well as testing the guns out at a firing range. Can’t sing at goddamn all

An excellent marksman and slick as hell, can talk himself out of pretty much any problem. Knows where to find a connection and how to utilize it to end up on top. On his free time he likes to play cards, hang out in a bar, snoop around casually, maybe find someone to share his bed for the night, who knows. Not a singer.

She’s got great style and impeccable makeup skills, somewhat artistic too but those are just some flower doodles. Enjoys making videos and makeup tutorials, cooking, hanging out with friends. Can hold a tune but mainly just hums.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

He can pour over technical manuals, likes comics, longer novels get boring. A pretty fast reader though, has no interest in poetry.

A bit of a slow reader and prefers bigger text for his eyesight, has a hard time concentrating on longer text so he doesn’t really read books. Alternatively he does enjoy poetry and comics since there’s less to read.

Enjoys reading, usually fiction, crime novels and horror, sometimes romance. Enjoys poetry a lot, especially of the gothic kind.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Admires tenacity and skill, never giving up despite struggles is inspiring. Wishes he could demand respect and earn it in a way people like Mhairi do, he feels like a bit of a little fish still (esp. compared to dad)

He can respect honesty, positivity and tenacity, even if it’s someone trying to catch him. Also appreciates patience because he knows he can be a bit of a mess. Being able to focus better would be nice.

Max appreciates honesty and open-mindedness, you can be blunt with your honesty, just don’t be mean, and be open to other views and facts than your own. She’s always looking to improve, if anything specific then just not being so hot-headed herself

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

Texts and emails are so much easier.

He won’t remember what he wrote on a letter so messages and emails work best

Loves an old-fashioned wax-sealed love letter as much as any dramatic hoe but obviously texts and emails work the best

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Too much soda and energy drinks, a caffeine fiend. Could probably stay up without if the weather is warm but still drinks his Red Bull

Mostly drinks alcohol or just water, he stays up long whiles with no help.

Likes her coffee, but mainly just a cup in the morning and an extravagant Starbucks drink during the day, maybe one in the evening. Might have something sweet during shifts at the bar, just for a little kick.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Hetero/demisexual, primarily an ass man, but a tight bod in general is a sight to see. Hair is nice to touch. Mentally likes tough women who know what they want and know to demand it, likes brains as much as butts. Needs affection and love and dedication, he’s serious about this shit

Bisexual, doesn’t really have a preference, maybe leans more towards thicc guys and gals, prefers a chubby belly over washboard abs. Mentally just be interesting, keep his attention, share views, not super into uptight nerdy scholar types. Needs attention, love and for the other one to take initiative for him to show love back, for now kinda casual about relationships because he tends to go too serious too quick and end up hurt

Bisexual, likes tough girls and cute boys, chubby people, stronk and soft, sparkly like she is, similar views and attitudes, not interested in super shy and quiet people who don’t like going out or don’t hype her up.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

His main goal is to blow up beat Vim in the market, his feelings are hurt and feels like his old man’s time has passed, no familial feelings anymore after the stunt Vim pulled, now it’s just rivalry. Kinda sacrificed a relationship to have the family he wanted, too.

Right now he’s just seeing if this sticks, so far he’s enjoyed captaining the Vandal and maybe even dipping his toesies back into corrupting law enforcement… this time being the one corrupting, not the one corrupted

Her ambitions are to make the makeup channel a full-time job and quit bartending, can eventually do that and make bank from being an influencer while also being a mom.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Not religious really, just tiny remnants of the kind of voodoo-type religion most common in where he’s from. Biggest thing religion-wise are the beads he got from his mom he keeps in his pocket, it’s more sentimental than that he actually believes in higher powers. Has no opinion about believers or non-believers unless they try to tell him how to think in which case he gets pissed

His people are generally atheistic, not religious at all himself, kinda finds it odd. But it’s none of his business, just keep it to yourself thank you. Will listen to stories though.

Not particularly religious, wears some religious stuff as part of her style but doesn’t really follow anything herself. Keep it to yourself.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Summer, he thrives in warm and humid. Active and happy during warm months. Hates the cold, gets drowsy, outside gets janky and eventually freezes entirely. Whines about cold.

Used to mild, medium weather, very dry, was baffled about rain and clouds. Appreciates the lack of dust outside his homeland. Summer tends to get hot, winter is too cold, not a fan of snow, likes rain. Likes fall.

Loves the fall, pumpkin spice, Halloween, spooky times. Manages heat well, hates sleet and snow but has good jackets to stay warm. Now if just her boots wouldn’t get so dirty.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Depends greatly, he might be a whiny brat to some, a genius to some. He has been knocked down enough pegs to make him a bit humbler than he’d be otherwise, but he’s still an eager little man trying to become something great at any cost

He’s very much not welcome in his homeland, kind of an outsider everywhere else, his people aren’t so often seen. He’s just chilling and he has his talents, he’s a bit of an enigma to others, a horrible criminal to some and a disaster to his crew

Some may think she’s just a fat bitch, those are people she hasn’t allowed to bully her, others think she’s a role model. She’s a great friend and a mom, too.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

He’s a bit awkward but he’s that in general, got more gun skills than people skills, which is pretty noticeable. He’ll shake your hand and say his name and what ship he’s from.

There’s something off, the handshake is firm but he might just forget to actually say his name or what ship he captains/who he works for, in general he seems… capable? If a bit scatterbrained.

Shakes your hand, smiles, introduces herself, she immediately feels like a pleasant person.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

Doesn’t feel at all home in fancier events, doesn’t like dressing up formally, even if nedians don’t do black ties. Avoids fancy chitchat and events and maybe just raids the snack bar and bails.

Pretty at home actually, doesn’t particularly like formal wear but he’s used to wearing it, slips out from one conversation and into another without internalizing any of it or adding anything of substance. Gets tipsy and eats a bunch, just wanders around, gets stuck staring at a curtain for half an hour,

Likes dressing up but prefers a bit more casual parties, like dinners, not as formal. Loves to talk and have a drink and compliment ladies on their clothes.

#so that took the entire trip huh i'm in turku rn lmao #long oc thing

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How about a fanfiction where in an alternative universe, Kakashi has a daughter now having had had one like his former students. He has a daughter and names her after Rin Nohara. Pretty please? ;^;

“Hello. This is anon who requested for you to write Kakashi having a twelve year old daughter. Well, I've changed that. I think I want Kakashi's daughter to be older like Mirai's age. I'm debating whether she should be younger or older. Sorry for the confusion. ^^;”

Considering how difficult it was to convince the man to goanywhere that even smelled vaguely like a social event, whoever had convinced Kakashito come tonight deserved a medal. Actually, Sakura mused, they would earn herpersonal commendation and free healthcare for a year if only they spilled thesecret on how they had gotten him to stay for longer than ten minutes. Dinnerhad been finished an hour ago and he was still sitting here with the rest ofthem without any signs of disappearing. The whole situation was so unusualSakura had already checked for genjutsu twice and was very seriouslyconsidering a stab check just to make sure it wasn’t a clone or a henge.

As the conversations went on around them Sakura kept a close eyeon Kakashi. It was her strict attention that allowed her to note the way heswitched from relaxed to high alert in less than a heartbeat for no discernablereason just as the couple at the next table stood up to grab their coats.

The woman, somewhere in that vague young adult stage only a fewyears past adolescence, was in the middle of laughing at her companion’s jokewhen a toss of her hair brought her gaze around to meet Kakashi’s. After a beatof surprise her face immediately fell in to a scowl.

“Really?” she asked in a flat tone. Kakashi shrugged, which onlyseemed to irritate her more. “You said you wouldn’t!”

“I said I wouldn’t bother you on your date, not that I wouldn’tfollow you on it,” he corrected.

Sakura looked back and forth between them with keen interest, absentlynoting that the others at her own table were tuning in to the conversation aswell. The young woman dropped her face in to her hands for a moment beforegiving her companion an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, I really thought he’d leave us alone. For some privacy!” The last she aimed at Kakashi,who only shrugged again. He didn’t look very sorry despite the fact that hispresence was clearly upsetting to her.

“You were much cuter when you were younger and didn’t sass me likethat,” he said.

“Ew, sensei!” Sakura piped up. “Gross! She’s half of my age!”

She was only half surprised to see the girl turn towards her witha look of shock and make a gagging face. Both of her hands waved through theair like they could protect her from Sakura’s words. “Kami no! He didn’t meanit like that, miss!” Sakura gave her a skeptical look.

“Are you sure? Sensei’s always been a pervert.”

“Hey,” Kakashi protested. “Reading romantic novels does not makeme a pervert and it certainly doesn’t make me that kind of pervert! How couldyou think that Sakura?”

“Well you’re the one telling her she was cute when she was little!”

“Of course I thought she was cute!”

Still obviously frowning but with a strange kind of joyous lightin his eyes, Kakashi reached inside the lining of his vest and withdrew whatshe thought was a wallet at first. Then he let it fall open and she realized itwas a pocket album, accordion folded for easy carrying, and it was stuffed withpictures of some little girl she had never seen before.

The child depicted had strawberry blonde hair and a cute littlebirthmark near her chin, dressed up in something different for every photo. Kakashispread them out across the table and all but clapped his hands together as hestraightened up to beam at everyone around him.

“Wasn’t she just the cutest? Look at those little cheeks!” Pushingthe photos towards his companions, he clutched his hands to both sides of hisface and stared at them with little stars in his eyes. Beside him, the youngwoman stomped one foot and puffed her cheeks out with mortification.

“Papa!” She whined “I’m on a date! Don’t show them my baby photos!”

“PAPA!?”

All the members of team seven screeched in one very loud outburstof shock. Even Sai’s jaw had fallen open, the pencil he’d been using to doodleon a napkin dropping to roll away across the table. Kakashi ignored them for amoment in favor of chuckling and reaching out to take the young woman’s hand.

“Rin, my darling, isn’t it my job as your father to embarrass youon your first date?”

“You are so embarrassing,” she hissed. Still, a tiny little smilehovered at the corners of her mouth and it was obvious that she was touched tosee him carry around her pictures and show her off so proudly. Her date wasleaning over the table to eye them with open curiosity but she kicked at hisankle with a pointed glare until he stood up and cast his gaze elsewhere.

Team seven was still busy losing their minds. Naruto’s head swungwildly back and forth between the photos and the girl, comparing the blonde hairof her youth to the light auburn it had darkened in to, matching up the beautyspot on her chin.

“Holy crap you’ve got a kid! Sensei what the hell! You nevermentioned you had a kid or a wife or something!?”

“I haven’t?” Kakashi scratched at his ear. “Hm. Strange. You’dthink I would have said something about that.”

“Well you didn’t!” Naruto shook his fist but Sakura shoved him outof the way, leaning across the table with both eyes wide, excitement written inevery inch of her body.

“Tell us about your wife sensei! She must be at least a littlecrazy to have settled for you!”

Kakashi laughed, unable to even pretend to be offended. He’dworked really hard to earn his reputation as an asshole and trying to disabusethem of that notion now would completely undermine all of those efforts. Insteadhe leaned in happily when his daughter bent down to lay a kiss on the top ofhis head.

“Haven’t got a mother,” she said in a breezy tone which said thiswasn’t exactly a sore spot. “I was a ‘mission mistake baby’ and my motherdropped me in Papa’s lap like a sack of hot potatoes. And you’ve hated everyminute of it, haven’t you Papa?”

“Oh yeah, it’s been terrible,” he agreed easily. Rin granted himanother kiss.

“That’s so sad.” Plopping heavily back down in her seat, Sakuragave the two of them a very sympathetic look which they both easily brushed aside.Rin shrugged with a casual air.

“Her mistake.”

The moment was broken when Naruto suddenly leaned forward towhisper urgently, “Papashi.” Rinsmothered a bout of laughter behind both hands while her father turned towardsNaruto to give him a singularly unimpressed look.

“Excuse me but that is Papashi-sensei to you,” was all he saidbefore turning back to his daughter. “I really didn’t mean to ruin your date,sweetling – just spy on you, I promise!”

“Papa, that doesn’t make it better. You really are a creep.”Despite her words, Rin was still smiling.

“Don’t worry lady, we’ll make sure he stays here!”

“Oh? You really think you can trap me here against my will,Naruto?”

Kakashi and his student eyed each other up across the table.Beside them, Rin rolled her eyes and hooked her hand through the arm her date kindlyoffered her. “I’ll leave him to all of you then, shall I? Have fun everyone. Itwas nice to meet you all!”

Neither her father nor Naruto even seemed to notice her leaving. Acompetitive spirit had been lit in both their eyes, leaving them grinningchallengingly at each other over the remains of their after-dinner drinks.

“How could you not mention something so important to us, huh?”Naruto peeled back his lips in a foxlike grin. “I’ll make you pay for that youchintzy bastard!”

“You couldn’t make me pay for dinner,”Kakashi shot back. Then he twitched when Sakura brought her first down on thetable.

“Our chances are better if I help!”

“Someone should probably be the adult here,” Yamato sighed. Thenhe cracked his knuckles and leered at the leader of Team 7. “But I find myselfa bit insulted as well, senpai. Sakura, take point!”

A mere one street away, strolling calmly along as she giggled at somethingfunny her date had said, Rin looked up to see several bodies hurtling acrossthe rooftops above them. She would have recognized the man in front anywhere,even from the very brief flash that was all the glimpse she caught now, and thesight made her demure giggle evolve in to a full blown guffaw. It appeared herfather would be a bit busy to spy on the end of her very first date – as shehad planned when she pretended to ‘notice him’ in the restaurant.

#rae writes #kakashi #naruto #sakura #sai #yamato #oc babies #fanfiction #naruto shippuden #this is literally all that would come to my head for this request

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Did I Hear You Say You Love Me?

Paring: Steve Harrington/Reader

Tags: female reader, inspired by this song, features past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, D&D, Stranger Things spoilers, dancing, fluff, cutesy.

Summary: During the school holidays of 1983, Will Byers organizes a DND campaign at his house. Reader, his elder sister, is cooped up in the house while everyone else has dates or social lives. Will and his friends concoct a plan.

Word Count: 1,599

Current Date: 2018-02-11

Being the older twin, it’s hardly an achievement. Everyone looks to you to be the most mature, the one in charge when the adults aren’t around. You’d rather be the one who was born eighteen minutes later, to be honest. Except, Jonathan isn’t much better than you; he’s always acting like he’s Dad, trying to make everything get by in the Byers house. And while it sucks majorly to take care of everyone when Mom was out trying to make ends meet and save the day with Chief Hopper, it’s normal.

You, _______ Byers, are basically a Mom. Sans the kids. And childbirth.

And while that sucks majorly, it was that trait which was the saving grace that you used to whip your friends and brother to action when you saw that something was off about Will. If you were Nancy, Jonathan’s girlfriend, you’d be doing anything to not be the Mom. She’s seventeen, just like you, and while you’re making sure your kid brother’s friends don’t accidently burn down the house making Eggos, she’s got good grades and a legion of friends.

“We’re having a DND night next Tuesday,” Will says, sitting beside you on your bed. You can hear him despite the fact you’re listening to Cyndi Lauper through your little tape deck, and taking off your headphones, you place them upon the ears of your younger brother. “Girls Just Want to Have Fun?” He asks, humming to the tune. “This record is new, how’d you get it?”

You bite your lip. “Harrington. He said he picked up the wrong tape at the music store,” you look at the tape’s cover on the desk, and back to Will, “Don’t know how he confused it for The Eagles.”

Will laughed to himself. “He likes you,” he nudges you. You make a noise of denial. “I’ve seen it! He looked at you the same way Jonathan did when he saw Nancy at the Snowball.” Will says proudly.

“You’re just trying to get me to make a move,” you wave off his theory, clicking the tape deck to stop playing Cyndi. “So, what was it you said when you came in? You’re going to have your friends over to not play DND?”

He shakes his head. “No, we are. Our campaign has us –,”

You groan. “Okay, okay, I hear you. I’ll babysit for sure, if you don’t tell me all about it!” you attack Will with a bout of tickling. For a minute, it’s just like when you were kids, before Mom and Dad divorced, and everything wasn’t crazy wild. “Like, I have no idea what any of it means – why isn’t it the same as The Hobbit? I get The Hobbit.”

“Noo!” He cries. “Stop tickling!” Will laughs, pushing your hands from his armpits, eyes screwed up in laugher, filled with happy tears. “Thanks, _______. Jonathan can’t do it, because he’s taking Nancy to the drive-in to watch some sappy movie.”

You turn to Will, and add, “Just make sure your friends get rides here, okay? Jonathan’s gonna take the car, and there is no way I’m biking around town to gather your friends like the pied piper.”

Will laughs. “You’re weird.” As he goes to get off the bed, he adds, “But you won’t have to do that. Steve’s bringing everyone around, Dustin talked him into it.”

You make a face. “How did Dustin make King Steve do that? I mean, he barely knows him! I barely know him, and I don’t get rides around Hawkins in his fancy car,” you tell your brother.

Will shrugs. “Well, Steve’s nice now. And maybe you don’t get car rides, but he did kind of gave you a Cyndi Lauper tape,” he points out. The walkie-talkie on his side makes a crackling noise, and Will leaves to take the call.

You sit there on your bed, silent.

School holidays are the worst. Not because you’re basically left to your own devices when your Mom is off canoodling with her ‘good friend’ Jim (you really want to pressure her into spilling that she likes Jim as more than a friend, but the last time you did that…it ended up with the other guy dying in the Hawkins National Laboratory). And because you’re honestly a big nerd who has no friends, you’re left mooching around the house like a loser, hanging out with your kid brother’s friends and re-reading those musty old love novels that lay around the house.

Tuesday comes around, and once again, your Mom has gotten a ride into town with Chief Hopper. Jonathan is dressed in his favourite band t-shirt and has taken Nancy out to see Flashdance. And Will’s friends are rolling around, and from the sound of the engine of the BMW, Steve’s coming in too.

You glance down at your outfit, suddenly self-conscious. Your baggy jeans and Jaws t-shirt aren’t exactly a ballgown, and your hair looks like a tumbleweed. But it’s too late to do anything about it, because Lucas and the others come through the front door. Mike is humming the Ghostbusters theme.

“Hi _______, wicked shirt!” Dustin says, beaming at you with his new teeth.

You nod. “Thanks, buddy.”

He nods to the porch, where Steve is walking up the stairs. “Is it okay if Steve stays over while we play? My Mom feels better knowing he’s around.” He looks over to the table where the game is set up, and clamours for a good seat. “Shotgun!”

As Steve walks through the door, you feel your breath go short. His hair is nice as always, and the bruises he got from Billy Hargrove that night at your place are finally fading into an ugly brown shade under his skin tone. But he’s still gorgeous, despite the all the scratches, the healing busted lip.

“Hey,” you greet, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Hey, cool shirt,” he nods, looking to the kids as they muck around by the kitchen table. “Dustin’s Mom asked if I could hang around while they played, she’s a little on edge since she lost her cat, and Barb’s funeral.”

You nod, understanding. Mrs. Henderson was a great Mom; if your Mom had more time in the day, she’d surely be fast friends with her. Will comes into the room and gives El a hug as she walks through the door. “Ready to begin, Mage?”

Max rolls her eyes, taking a seat beside Lucas. El gives her shoulder a playful punch and sits beside Mike. “Ready, Cleric.”

You point behind you to the bedrooms, and call out, “I’ll just be listening to records, shout if you need anything,” you tell the kids. You look to Steve, “If you want to hang out here, it’ll be less boring.”

Your room is a bit of a mess, and realising this, you begin to shove the books into somewhat of a pile, the notepaper where you’ve been doodling cartoons of your favourite superheroes into a pile beneath your math textbook.

“So, what did you have in mind?” Steve asks you, looking at the posters that are in the process of peeling from the wall. Your David Bowie tour poster looks worse for wear, yet, he looks at it like it’s what hung the moon in the sky. “I brought some of my favourite tapes, if you wanted to listen.” From his jean jacket pockets, he produces three tapes, handing them to you.

“Sounds cool.” You nod, inspecting the art on them. “Stevie Wonder, U2, Ramones…these are decent tunes, Harrington.” You beam, turning to place Stevie in your tape deck. “You’ve got good taste.”

“Uh, thanks.” Steve sits on the edge of your bed, looking at your dogeared second-hand copy of Frankenstein. “When I was on my way over, one of the kids said something – I mean they’re probably messing with me or something –,”

You cross your arms, listening to the sweet opening to the first song. “Let me guess. They said that I was super into you.” You twirl your hair over a finger like some valley girl bimbo. “Like, down on my knees, begging God before bed to send me my very own Steve Harrington –,”

He shakes his head. “Mike said that he heard that Jonathan said to Nancy that he heard you talking about the new Cyndi Lauper album, and then Will said that you liked it, and…” he looks at his hands. “_______, ever since I met you in second grade, you’ve been the coolest person I ever met. And it only took me until now to realise that I liked you more than just a friend.”

You frown, just as Stevie Wonder sings the song Did I Hear You Say You Love Me. “Wait…this isn’t you using me as a rebound for my brother’s girlfriend,” you process aloud, “…you like me? Like Han and Leia?”

Steve nods, a blush covering his cheeks, and repeats, “Yeah, like Han and Leia.”

You giggle, and grabbing his hands, pull Steve up to dance around in your bedroom. “This might just be the best Tuesday in the world,” you tell him, dancing like a dork. “Because…I feel the same way, Harrington.”

As you pull him in to kiss, you don’t see the crowd of kids peering through the crack of the half-closed door, watching as you two adolescents finally got together. You don’t see Will beaming, you don’t see Max holding Lucas’ hand.

Your eyes are closed, and you’re close to Steve Harrington, listening to Stevie Wonder. And it is, for you, the best Tuesday in the world. Ever.

#steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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wordsablaze · 7 years

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Maybe It Was Destiny

It takes Izzy multiple years, a few spiteful quidditch bets, and an enchanted serpent bracelet to find her other half, but it’s more than worth the broken stereotypes and potentially unfashionable reputation in the end… Written for the Maia x Izzy Secret Santa!

A/N: We’ve all been revealed so I can post this here now! Beta'd by the wonderful @ilovelilies so a big thank you to her for checking over this!! <3

Isabelle had always been slightly annoyed she hadn’t had a sister growing up. Of course, she’d loved the way Alec and Jace had protected her, let her train with them, and never left her behind, but there were always certain things she couldn’t share with them. Those are the things she hopes to share with someone at Hogwarts – an opportunity that had literally been magical.

The three of them had gotten their letters on what could have been a regular Saturday but turned out to be the day their lives changed for the better.

The owl on the table had been a shocking yet pleasant distraction from the fact that Izzy hadn’t been allowed to make breakfast that morning. The Lightwood brothers had both sighed with relief, glad their argument could end, and Alec had carefully held out his arm for the owl to perch on.

“Is nobody else a bit weirded out?” Jace had asked.

“It’s only an owl, not a flying rhino or anything,” Izzy had scoffed in reply.

“It’s letters, actually. One for all of us.” Alec had flung their letters to them and frowned when the owl had taken off with no warning whatsoever but quickly turned to his own letter.

“Oh my stilettos,” Izzy had whispered, her eyes wide.

Just as the three of them had read over the letters and started to accept that it was serious if the scarily specific details in the information were anything to go by when Maryse had come in. She’d taken one look at the stamp on the three empty envelopes and sighed, announcing that there would be a family meeting.

After a long hour of explaining and answering questions, she’d fully narrated their brief family history of witches and wizards, also mentioning that neither she nor Robert had been born with any magic so they’d assumed their magical genes had run out, which is why she’d never told them about the possibility before.

“So… where are we going to get all this stuff?” Alec had asked as soon as everything had sunk in, probably just because he was excited to learn more, the nerd.

Maryse had waved a hand and smiled. “We’ll do that tomorrow. For now, you should gather the things you think you’ll need to. And no, Isabelle, that does not mean your entire wardrobe.”

That statement had led her to where she is now, staring at her outfits with her hands on her hips.

“How do I choose between silver and red?” Izzy asks herself.

“You take the blue!” Alec calls from somewhere, his voice echoing and full of suppressed laughter.

Izzy groans and gives up, flopping onto her bed as she opens up the scrapbook of random events she’d been keeping in case someone ever wanted to know more about her. She carefully staples the Hogwarts envelope to one page and writes the date underneath, doodling the two outfits she can’t decide between to avoid having to actually choose between them.

Between gathering the little things like her favourite stationery or jewellery and helping Maryse with the garden’s layout without actually doing any gardening, she didn’t notice how quickly the time passes. When Alec does shout at her to say their lunch is ready, she abruptly realises how hungry she is and gently drops the necklace she was holding, skipping steps on the stairs as she heads to the dining room.

“When does it say you have to be at Hogwarts?” Maryse asks as they start eating.

“The train leaves on Thursday,” Alec replies.

“Good. We’ll probably have to take a few trips to get all of your stuff anyway.”

“Wait, this Thursday?”

“No, last Thursday,” Alec deadpans.

Izzy snorts, then chokes on her water, coughing until her whole face is as red as her lipstick. Jace glowers at her but carries on delicately shovelling food into his mouth, apparently too hungry to care about being mocked by his family.

“Is…” Izzy starts to ask, then changes her mind.

Maryse catches on anyway. “I’m afraid not. Your father has some urgent work he can’t leave half done.”

“So he’s not going to see us off and maybe wish us luck?” Alec asks stiffly, his bitter dissent obvious.

An awkward pause descends over the room as Maryse nods and the siblings share a look, one that’s been exchanged far too many times. The four of them end up finishing their meal in silence and Izzy immediately leaves to skip back upstairs because the boys are on clean-up duty.

“Isabelle, wait.”

She turns around to see Maryse taking a deep breath and frowns for a second before schooling her expression into one of casual inquisition.

“I know it might be strange for you to be away from Alec and Jace so I’ve got something for you.”

Away from them? Izzy pins that thought to the side of her mind before walking back down the stairs. “I don’t understand.”

Maryse smiles, a genuine smile of love and excitement, and for a moment, Izzy thinks she can see how beautiful her mother must have been before the stress of life brought her down; she vows to try and make her mother smile again at some point.

“I know you’re not too fond of weapons but I have a feeling you’ll like this one,” Maryse says, handing Izzy a small, red box.

A small smile gracing her face, she lifts the lid of the box and gasps as she sees the small, intricate, silver serpent’s head. Careful not to damage it, she pulls the whole bracelet out of the tissue paper and watches the way it seems to awaken, shaking itself out and hugging her right wrist.

“It’s magic?” Izzy asks, surprised.

“It is now. It was worth next to nothing in my possession because it had no magic to sync with, but you do. It’s tuned to you and your likings now, it will help you protect yourself.”

“Thanks,” Izzy says softly, and the two of them share a rare embrace.

It’s three years later when Izzy finally decides what she means to her, and it’s all due to the bracelet. Sort of.

It happens halfway into a Quidditch match she’d only agreed to play to spite stupid Camille who’d said girls shouldn’t get their nails dirty. Naturally, she’d just bet she could do it without chipping her nails or ruining her hair – which was a task and a half but she was determined to prove a point. It might have helped that she and Alec had stayed up searching for beauty preservation potions…

Regardless, she’s flying on the borrowed broom with a smug smile on her face when she sees those gorgeous brown eyes watching her, the same brown eyes she’d spotted back at the train station when she was boarding the Hogwarts’ Express for the first time in her life.

Of course, she’d seen the girl here and there in her first year – they even shared a few classes – but it hadn’t been until a game of truth or dare in their second year that she’d really gotten to know the girl.

The two of them had teamed up to sabotage the people who’d insulted Alec and Magnus, both to make a statement that nobody messes with their friends and for the fun of it.

Izzy remembers the first time the curly-haired witch had spoken, her voice echoing everywhere for days afterwards. And, now, as the two of them share a grin from their brooms, Izzy can once again feel her heart beat with an emotion she can’t quite place.

“You tired, Lightwood?”

“You wish, Roberts,” Izzy scoffs, but she’s internally glad they’re talking.

The two of them both spot the golden snitch at the same time, simultaneously diving after it and smirking at each other.

“You’ll never get it!”

“Watch me!”

“I’d rather watch Simon pick his nose!”

“Rude!”

The two of them stifle their yells as they realise they hadn’t noticed how close to the towers they’d been flying. Unfortunately, it’s too late for them to slow down so they both just fly into the fabric. Izzy hits the side, tilting so far she falls off her broom, but before she can freefall, she feels the serpent on her bracelet unravel as it reaches upwards.

“This would be so bad if I had a fear of snakes, you know that, right?”

“Put a sock in it, Maia.” Izzy grits her teeth as she swings herself upwards.

“I thought you didn’t like my socks?” Maia teases, steadying Izzy.

Izzy goes as red as her lipstick.

“I like your bracelet, by the way,” Maia says quietly, the usual loud boom in her voice almost too soft.

“It seems to like you as well,” Izzy replies, smiling as the silver serpent slowly slithers back onto her wrist, leaving Maia’s arm with a gentle flick of its tail.

Maia swears before either of them can comment on that. “Quidditch, Lightwood, quidditch!”

Izzy frowns. “But we’re on the same broom?”

Maia blinks as if she hadn’t noticed, then laughs to herself for a full ten seconds. “Better hold on tight,” she whispers with a gleam in her eye.

“Wait, are you sure abo-?” Izzy manages before they’re zooming forwards, and she can’t help wrapping her arms around the Gryffindor, her eyes squeezing themselves shut in what is definitely not fear at all.

She hears Maia gasp but doesn't think much of it, assuming that the other players had swerved towards them or something. When she does open her eyes, the two of them are zooming towards the golden snitch and there’s an eerie hush in the podiums – a silence that quickly morphs into its usual uproar when Ravenclaw scores, clearly not wanting to miss a single opportunity.

As they’re zooming around the place, following a little golden orb, Izzy tries to remember if they need to win this match or not, statistically rather than pride-wise. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thinks back to her conversation with Alec and their strategic player rota.

“We need to win,” Izzy decides.

“What?” Maia asks, her hair blowing in Izzy’s face.

Izzy coughs. “Ravenclaw has to win. Gryffindor can afford another loss but Ravenclaw will be out of the competition if we lose this match. I have to catch this snitch, Roberts, I have to.”

Maia is silent for an entire minute of wind whistling past them but then she nods. “This is why I like you.”

“I fall off brooms?” Izzy asks, slightly confused but also flattered.

“No,” Maia giggles, “I like you because you’re more than a pretty face.”

“You think I’m a pretty face?” Izzy echoes, smiling.

“A pretty rubbish one, yeah,” Maia scoffs.

“Oh…”

Izzy doesn’t know why she’s bothered by that, she’s faced more than enough haters in her time. Still, she can’t escape the crushing disappointment in her heart when Maia so casually dismisses the idea of her being beautiful.

She watches the snitch unexpectedly change direction and acts without thinking: she jumps.

Having reached for the troublesome globe as she’d left the broom, she feels her fingers wrap around the cool surface of whatever material the snitch is and pushes herself forwards, tilting so that she completes her front flip with her feet firmly settled in the soft sand.

A moment and a half later, the other Quidditch players are whistling and flying down towards her, the podiums either stunned into a respectful silence or cheering their lungs out. She can see Alec cheering for her in the Ravenclaw podium and Jace screams all the way from the Gryffindor section even though his team have lost.

Caught up in the victory, she doesn’t look for Maia until the after-party has died down, which didn’t happen until 3 am the next morning.

Apparently, Maia is also a somewhat night owl because she’s up and about when Izzy finally leaves the Ravenclaw common room to find her owl and send a letter to Max – he’d been adamant to hear from them every month at least so they all send him a letter on a three-week rota. Her owl – named something only Max can pronounce because he’d wanted the satisfaction of naming an animal – has just taken off when there’s an obvious cough behind her.

Izzy jumps, spinning on her heel. “Oh. Maia… hi.”

“Look, I didn’t mean it,” Maia blurts immediately, “your face isn’t pretty rubbish.”

“No?”

“No.” Maia takes a deep breath, her eyes slamming shut as she figures out how to formulate a sentence. “I just said that so you wouldn’t be weirded out.”

“Weirded out?” Izzy asks as the two of them begin walking down the steps, having somehow decided to start moving without knowing.

Maia nods. “Izzy… I- I really like you.”

“I like you too, how else would we be friends?” Izzy smiles but she can tell Maia isn’t done.

“I don’t want to be friends.”

If falling hope had a sound, Izzy might be dead by now. Thankfully, her hope doesn’t have to plummet too far because Maia shakes her head almost immediately. “That’s not what I meant!”

“What do you mean?” Izzy asks quietly.

Maia groans. “I can’t be friends with you, Isabelle Lightwood, because our friendship hurts.”

That’s a new one. Izzy’s been told many things in her life but hearing such a simple yet undecipherable statement throws her brain into disarray. She doesn’t know what to say or how to react so she just bites her upper lip and waits for Maia to explain.

It takes her a few moments but she does. “Your friendship hurts because I want a relationship.”

Izzy opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

Now it’s Maia’s turn to bite her lip, chewing on it as she waits for Izzy to say something, anything. After more than a few beats of uncomfortable silence, she sighs sadly and starts to turn and head back where they came from.

“No, wait!” Izzy calls desperately, hating the break in her voice but hating the thought of losing Maia much more.

“I don’t think we can ‘still be friends’ or whatever, for the record.” Maia folds her arms.

Izzy takes a deep breath and glances down at the serpent on her wrist that seems to flicks its head in encouragement before stepping forwards and gently pressing her lips to Maia’s lips for the briefest of seconds, simply to send a message.

Maia’s eyes widen, her mouth parting in surprise and her hands clenching and unclenching in time with her racing heart. “I…”

Smiling, Izzy lightly nudges Maia. “I love you.”

“Oh?” Maia seems too frozen to utter anything more than that.

“Oh.”

“I mean it, you weirdo,” Izzy giggles.

Maia’s shock morphs into a giddy relief, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her cheeks lifting themselves up as she sighs. A second later, she envelops Izzy in a warm hug, the two of them stumbling as they lose their balance, lost in one another’s arms.

“I love you more than anything, Isabelle Lightwood,” Maia whispers in her ear.

Their matching smiles could light up an eternity of darkness.

It’s two years later, when they’re giggling with one another in the room of requirement, that Maia decides to do something impulsive, and it’s more than a little bit because of the serpent bracelet.

There’d been another match, neither of them playing this time because it had been one of the all-male matches, the all-female one happening the following month. Instead of watching, they’d just practised spells behind a podium, maybe or maybe not from a spell book Magnus had given Izzy for her birthday.

Magnus may or may not have learned how to apparate undetected and Alec may or may not have perfect up Magnus’ spells. Izzy and Maia may or may not have begged them to share their knowledge and Alec and Magnus may or may not have disapprovingly winked before then explaining how to do it, but nobody could gather enough evidence to prove it.

After the match had finished and Alec had given them the signal to say they were free to go, they’d apparated to the corridor. Doing as they’d accidentally learned, they’d slipped inside the room of requirement, giggling to one another.

“Maia!” Izzy laughs as the Gryffindor lifts her up and spins them around.

“What is it, Lightwood?” Maia teases.

Despite the mirth in her voice, she sets Izzy down and the two of them collapse into the beanbags in front of the fire, snuggling into one another two halves of a warm-blooded magnet.

Izzy grins as her serpent bracelet once again slithers along her wrist and around Maia’s, creating a heart shape between them.

Maia smiles at the silver accessory, an idea forming in her mind.

Well, it’s an idea she’s been thinking off for a while but, despite being in the house of bravery, hasn’t had the courage to go through with yet. Taking a deep breath, she slips off the beanbag and kneels up on one leg, pulling out a little box.

She’s never seen someone’s eyes widen as far as Izzy’s do in that moment but she files the mental image for later, smiling widely at her girlfriend.

“I know we’re still young and all but, when we’re older and everything, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Maia asks, her voice small but full of love.

Izzy can’t even speak, she just squeaks and nods, throwing her arms around Maia and sending them both sprawling on the lush carpet. They’re a giggling mess and Izzy couldn’t possibly be happier, kissing Maia’s nose with a proud smile.

“I really love you,” Izzy manages.

“Is that a yes?” Maia grins.

“A hundred times over,” she replies, blinking back tears.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup, love.”

Izzy laughs and sobs at the same time. “I don’t care. I’d leave fashion behind for you.”

“I guess love is in fashion huh, wifey-wife?”

The two of them share a smile and Izzy pulls Maia up, kissing her wild curls. In return, Maia grins at her and winks, then gasps and swears. “I forgot the flaming ring!”

Izzy dissolves into hysteria. It’s a good few minutes before she catches her breath enough to ask: “You proposed and neither of us noticed we missed out the ring part?”

“I just really love you, you know that?” Maia says sincerely, her hysteria transferring to pure affection and adoration. “I couldn’t love you more if I tried.”

Izzy tries to stifle her smile but fails, blushing so hard she looks like a fresh strawberry. After all, neither of them really care that they don’t have a ring because they’re enough for each other and they don’t need anything to tell them they’re in love.

Well, that’s not strictly true, and they both know it. They owe their relationship to the serpent bracelet that lives both on Izzy’s wrist and in their hearts. Without it, they wouldn’t have flown on that broom together and they definitely wouldn’t have promise-married each other in the room of requirement.

Strange, Izzy thinks, how they found love through the object that only came to her possession through sheer chance – their relationship built along a succession of coincidences and a sprinkling of luck… or maybe it was destiny.

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arabellaflynn · 7 years

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Working with a load of lifetime artists over the past few years has been enlightening. I didn't have much chance to swim around in a community like this in Arizona; I'm sure it existed, and my endless writing and play-by-post RPing might have even qualified me to be a part of it, but I never really found them. I probably would have been too apprehensive to talk to them in any case. Other people don't generally scare me, but I do go to some lengths not to scare them. One of the flamencas was talking to me at the desk the other day, about the passion of Persian mythology and what I thought of the flamenco showcase I worked a few weeks ago. It was interesting to hear the parallels she drew between her own native culture and the Spanish dance she'd learned. Persian poetry, it turns out, tends to be incomprehensible to Westerners because it draws heavily on the persistent wanting of eros without necessarily being what we think of as erotic. Love is less sweet without an element of longing, and does not have to be centered on a sexual partner, or even any specific person. She told me of one particular poem, written by a man about a (male) (platonic) friend, simply as an ode to what a wonderful person he was and how wonderful it was that such a person existed. And linked me to a famous song about how the singer was in love with the feeling of love itself, and the joy of pondering the many unanswerable questions of life. Los flamencos have, at least within their art, the concept of duende. Wikipedia will give you a tremendously academic definition, and it's accurate about to the extent that it's accurate to describe a well-made cheesecake as 'a dairy-based food item'. What duende actually refers to is that feeling of falling into sync with some piece of art or performance, somewhere between a quiet comfortable 'click' or a galloping 'kapow!', where you realize that you get what is going on, and are moved to follow. The flamencos use it especially to describe what happens when a dancer 'tunes in' to the person who is singing their music, and understands their underlying habits and patterns well enough that even an improvisational piece seems to follow naturally. Psychologically, it's roughly equivalent to two (or more) people entering to a mutually-dependent state of flow for the duration of a performance. It occurred to me that the Iranian dancer I was talking to was following the model of Persian longing-love in her pursuit of duende. And also that it accidentally explained something I've been turning over in my own head for weeks now. I've mentioned that ye ballroom dance instructor offered to give me lessons. It struck me as something personal and specific in some way that I couldn't articulate without feeling I sounded like a 12-year-old doodling hearts in the back of my Trapper Keeper, which was entirely the wrong mood for whatever it was I was trying to get a grip on. I could not for the life of me figure out what he was trying to get out of me. Nine times out of ten, that kind of persistent wants my attention means someone has a smashing great crush, but I operate on the assumption that any man who spends as much time in a dance studio as I do is very, very gay until told otherwise. (It's not always right, and may in fact not be right here either, but the demographics are such that it's easier to start there and take corrections than the other way around.) A minimum of one of these postulates had to be wrong, and I could not work out which one(s) it was. I gave him the opportunity to politely back out of teaching me himself, in case he was just preaching the wonders of ballroom and had let his mouth run away with him; no, apparently he didn't, and doesn't. I also explained my issues with proprioception, and that my attempt at taking a salsa class had ended in disaster, because -- and I quote myself here -- "I really don't like making awkward small talk with strangers all up in my airspace." I warned him that the way my brain codebreaks things meant that whatever I learned was likely to be very partner-specific -- if he taught me how to waltz, I probably wouldn't learn how to waltz with 'other people' so much as I'd learn how to waltz with him. He spent all of this looking at me very earnestly, wearing an expression that I've since come to interpret as, "...well, yes...?" I think I accidentally grokked something there without being aware of it. I went through that conversation assuming that the offer was 'hey, I have this fun skill, I'll teach it to you and then we can both do fun things'. It does indeed sound like a fun skill to have, and I have in fact always been slightly sad that I'm not Ginger Rogers. I wasn't going to inquire about it, because this is the sort of thing he does to pay his rent, and I don't ask people to work for free. (I know for a fact that I'm not the only person he's made that offer to, but the list is very short. And he is openly attached to the people on it: One of the things he does in the office is coordinate the shows I manage house for, and I am now on the roster for everything he works on.) But both the offer of lessons and the persistent wants my attention make more sense if giving me some basic skills is more of a means to an end: If what he wants, as an artist, is to see whether interesting things happen when he dances with me. I threw his name into Google, because I'm not an idiot, and when someone offers me free dance lessons I want to see what all I can absorb from it. I stay out of personal stuff, but the nice thing about dealing with someone who has a championship title is that competitions are public, and YouTube is forever. Unbelievably colossal skill gap aside, it turns out that stylistically, I fit in rather well with the people he's picked as competitive partners. They're all very pretty, very charismatic, and very eclectic. 'Steal from everyone' is my motto, and apparently it was all of theirs, too. I was especially entertained by the one who figured out how to do camel spins on a dance floor, during a... foxtrot? That might have been foxtrot. Haven't a fucking clue! I have no idea how he would have known that, since he's never seen me do any dancing of substance, but I suppose if that's the kind of human you investigate for the possibility of duende, you would learn how to spot them. I picked tango, if any of you were wondering. The footwork tends to be very close, inside a small bounding box, which gives me fewer chances to lose track of my own feet. And the flourishes are crazy. Lots of deep lunges, high kicks, and other things that emphasize flexibility, especially in the back and hips. 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Who is the most affectionate? ....yes. OK I CAN’T REALLY ANSWER THIS QUESTION - They are both lost puppies in need of constant love and attention and can’t really find anything better than one another’s arms. Sometimes Gabe, sometimes Cae. Most times... I’d say Gabe... Sometimes Cae is just too into his work.

Big spoon/Little spoon? Big: Cae Little: Gabe

Most common argument? HMM... I can’t think of one except either drunk misconceptions or... just, with one another before Cae is out of the closet?

Favorite non-sexual activity? CUDDLES FOR DAYSSSS - and playing with one anothers hair BUT CUDDLES

Who is most likely to carry the other? Cae will never deny to carry Gabe when alone or with family

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Cae can’t get enough of Gabriel’s smile, just that moment of happiness which leaves the mans face glowing - the way his teeth gleam against his darker skin whilst he laughs... he’s.. beautiful.. For Gabriel, I think his favourite features are any place piercings linger - but especially his nose. Tiny lingering kisses which make it scrunch up, the way he turns his septum piercing out and snorts like a bull when he catches him at work when the children are out to play and they play tag... it’s.. cute.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? ..... Cae becomes scared, shaking, adrenaline filled, Nervous, broken, denial filled... Happy.. relieved, at peace.. He doesn’t know what to do but he’s... happy.. for the first time in awhile. Like a weight has been lifted! That he can walk with a little less weight on his shoulders!.. he just has to figure out how to admit it. (cue months and months later)

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? V:DA - Mi Amor - Antivan.. can’t really explain any other way! V:Modern - Amado.. Often something he heard his parents call one another frequently. He always wanted to be able to call somebody that. V: HP - estrella brillante, or estrella, because werewolf? moon.. stars.. shining star.. yeah nvm V: Destiny - Novio or Lucecita, what I kinda have as a term of endearment for Destiny V: Prison(?) - Ángel guardian.. Because well, Gabe is a guard.. guardian to assure he ISN’T slaughtered and Angel because, well, duh. V:SH - Príncipe Encantador. No reason, but he’s beautiful af and Caecilius sees him as royalty

Who worries the most? hmm... I think Caecilius? merely just because Gabriel is EVERYWHERE and always active whilst he is slightly more tame?

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? I guess it would be Gabriel? Because Cae is always the kind of person to just, not pay attention always to those sort of things and prefers to think primarily on Gabe rather than what he consumes - unless it comes to celebrations.. then he’ll pay attention in a way to give him a hint to where he should take him for holidays/birthdays or cook said meal at home.

Who tops? ..... Caecilius - Though thinking of Gabe topping gives me a faint smile, just the worry and skittishness, jokes after/before it has started etc.

Who initiates kisses? I think often it can be a cat and mouse game of Gabriel trying to get high enough and Cae standing on his tiptoes before breaking into laughter/getting tickled until he falls down - but usually, I’d like to think Caecilius?

Who reaches for the other’s hand first? ...yes. I can’t answer that? like... Caecilius when alone/with fam on outings, but Gabriel on other days when in public etc?

Who kisses the hardest? ..... (caeciliusandhecan’tevenapologiseforit.)

Who wakes up first? Caecilius. Teachers have to be up bright and early.. like.. dang

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? GABRIEL. CONSTANTLY. EVERY DAY.

Who says I love you first? .... I think, besides what went on.. Caecilius? he just messes up in his panic and claims that he loves him in a fit of laughter.. before instantly denying whatever he just said.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Gabriel I think, knowing how easily the taller can get flustered he just leaves notes in fine detail of what they may get up to the following night.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? I guess Gabriel tells his family first, not parents, but siblings! whilst Cae may wait... months and months

What do their family/friends think of their relationship? “.... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T DATING BEFORE?!” “yeah no. we set you up... idiots.”

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Caecilius - he just really really likes swing jazz (andbellydancingbutweleavethattoanothertime)

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? Cae just really likes to cook, but I don’t really know about Gabriel - I think they’d have fun together?

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? Gabriel, constantly - he has no boundaries!

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? Gabriel... I feel like he has definitely hung around in parent teacher conferences when there are no parents present at the time and just.. yeah.

Who needs more assurance? Gabriel, I’d guess. But Caecilius can’t leave the house without a kiss

What would be their theme song? Dream a little Dream of me

Who would sing to their child back to sleep? Caecilius - But I like to think Gabriel stands back and watches with the biggest and goofiest smile on his face

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Gabe - doodle, just stupid little comics about the two, sketch out little figured reenacting their moments together Cae - Writes out text messages and never hits send, just deletes them. Strums dream a little dream of me on his guitar or hums it, whatever is convenient.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart Caecilius can’t bare the thought of coming to terms with his sexuality and what his family my think of him for such - he grew up listening to his family preach about how such is wrong in the name of God/the maker.. So when it strikes him that he loves Gabriel, the man looses his mind and runs away, just, as far away from the other as he possibly can; maybe back home if he can afford it! no explanation why! He tries to find any attraction to women he possibly can to try and prove himself that it isn’t right, that he isn’t gay but.. it goes horrendously and the more he fails at finding such an attraction, the more mad at himself he gets. Finally, he just has to accept it, right?.. right?.... it’s inevitable! He adores his family to pieces but accepting himself means he has no rights into their arms just for the sheer fact.. returning home means death. It means very quick and possible abandonment for their own safety, and Cae can’t fight against that because it’s acceptable, their life is much more.. important.. than his own... There is it, that tendancy kicks of real quick as he sits in his shower, hands tight in his hair as he closes his eyes and tries to think on how to remedy his feelings - but the darkness just brings up those thoughts! Gabriel’s hair which shifts as he laughs, how his hands nervously rubs the back of his neck or shifts through his hair. The way his nose scrunches when he accidentally snorts, teeth peek past his lips as he giggles. The way his muscles tense and tongue sticks out slightly as he concentrates in working on art pieces of people - the way he tunes out everything but his skills or pieces. The way glowing faint wings spread out from his back as he offers guidance - wait.. they weren’t real. The more he closed his eyes, his images get more vivdid and bright and he can’t think and it hurts all over and he can’t breath, he needs to see the man in person... but... he can’t... He abandoned them! what must they think!? what has he done?! text messages fill his phone but he can’t open them and he’s... lost. he’s breached his phobia and Caecilius Avaant is a working corpse by the end of the week.

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it Glancing into his eyes, they sparkle just as equally as the clear orbs do, both reflect such flamboyant feelings yet they can’t roll of the tongue - the club music may be intense, loud, the bass can be felt through their shoes but... it’s mute to them. Until something sounds scratchy. A man, clearly homosexual, they lean up on the bar and boy do their eyes sparkle with intentions to the smaller man. A grin, a smirk which can easily challenge his own (in his mind.) His hair flourishes as their head flicks to the side to show off the perfectly clean shaven face. Their clothes define their yearly wage and their job and they are.... such a grater human being than the taller could ever wish to be. And still, even though not a word of their crushes have been spoken about. He’s jealous. he tries to tune out what they say to one another, their own conversation being played in his head... and it sounds like it would be going well; even if in reality it’s full of denial to the strangers intentions and... Their conversation ends short. Because the stranger finds himself on the floor. Their nose seems bloody and Cae hastily finds himself being forcibly removed - he doesn’t even seem to recall what just happened but!-.... Gabriel is smiling... he stiffles a laugh! he’s... “...perfect...”

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Convince Your Boss to Send You to MozCon 2020 (Plus Bonus Letter Template!)

Posted by cheryldraper

It’s that time of year again. Professional development budgets are being distributed and you're daydreaming of Roger hugs and fist bumps. Well, this is a call to arms! It's time to get down to business and convince your boss that you HAVE to go to MozCon 2020.

You're already well acquainted with the benefits of MozCon. Maybe you're a MozCon alumnus. You may have lurked the hashtag once or twice for inside tips and you’ve likely followed the work of some of the speakers for a while. But how are you going to relay that to your boss in a way that sells? Don’t worry, we’ve got a plan.

(And if you want to skip ahead to the letter template, here it is!)

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Step #1 - Gather evidence

Alright, so just going in and saying “Rand Fishkin is brilliant and have you seen any of Britney Muller’s Whiteboard Fridays lately?!” probably won’t do the trick — we need some cold hard facts that you can present.

MozCon delivers actionable insights

It’s easy to say that MozCon provides actionable insights, but how do you prove it? A quick scroll through our Facebook Group can prove to anyone that not only is MozCon a gathering of the greatest minds in search, but it also acts as an incubator and facilitator for SEO strategies.

If you can’t get your boss on Facebook, just direct them to the blog post written by Croud: Four things I changed immediately after MozCon. Talk about actionable! A quick Google (or LinkedIn) search will return dozens of similar recaps. Gather a few of these to have in your toolbelt just in case.

Or, if you have the time, pick out some of the event tweets from previous years that relate most to your company. The MozCon hashtag (#MozCon) has plenty of tweets to choose from — things like research findings, workflows, and useful tools are all covered. Some of our favorites from last year are listed below.

Attendees are often given access to exclusive tools and betas by the speakers, and that is something you don’t want to miss!

The networking is unbeatable

The potential knowledge gain doesn’t end with keynote speeches. Many of our speakers stick around for the entire conference and host niche- and vertical-specific Birds of a Feather tables over lunch, in addition to attending the networking events. If you find yourself with questions about their strategies, you'll often have the ability to ask them directly.

But the speakers aren’t the only folks worth networking with. We hand-select industry vendors to attend the conference and showcase their products. These vendors are also available for training and showcases throughout the entire conference.

Lastly, your peers! There's no better way to learn than from those who overcome the same obstacles as you. Opportunities for collaboration and peer-to-peer learning are often invaluable (especially those that happen over yummy snacks) and can lead to better workflows, new business, and even exciting partnerships.

Step #2 - Break down the costs

This is where the majority of the conversation will be focused, but fear not, Roger has already done most of the heavy lifting. So let’s cut to the chase. The goal of MozCon isn’t to make money — the goal is to break even and lift up our friends in search.

Top-of-the-line speakers

Every year we work with our speakers to bring cutting-edge content to the stage. You can be sure that the content you’ll be exposed to will set you up for a year of success.

Videos for everyone

While your coworkers won’t be able to enjoy Top Pot doughnuts or KuKuRuZa popcorn, they will be able to see all of the talks via professional video and audio. Your ticket to MozCon includes a professional video package which allows you (and your whole team) to watch every single talk post-conference, for free. (It's a $350 value for the videos alone!)

Good eats

MozCon doesn’t do anything on-par. We strive to go above and beyond in everything we do, and the food options are no exception. MozCon works with local vendors to ensure there are tasty, sustainable meals for everyone, including those with special diets. From breakfast to lunch and all the snacks in-between, MozCon has you covered (and saves your T&E budget a few bucks, as well).

Swag

Not to brag, but our swag is pretty great. In addition to special MozCon memorabilia, you can look forward to other useful and fun items that vary from year to year. Previous gifts include “conference health” fanny packs (complete with Emergen-C!), moleskin notebooks, reusable water bottles, and phone chargers.

Discounts

This is probably the detail that'll make your boss's ears perk up. There are indeed discounts available for MozCon tickets! If you're buying now through January 31st 2020, Early Bird pricing is in effect, which saves you a cool $200 off regular ticket costs. If you've got a team interested in attending, we offer group discounts for parties of 5+ as well. And my final top-secret tip: if your company already subscribes to a Moz product, you can save even more —up to $700 off per regular-priced ticket if you snag Early Bird pricing, or $500 off after January 31st. That's a real chunk of change!

Step #3 - Be prepared to prove value

It’s important to go into the conference with a plan to bring back value. It’s easy to come to any conference and just enjoy the food and company (especially this one), but it’s harder to take the information gained and implement change.

Make a plan

Before approaching your boss, make sure you have a plan on how you're going to show off all of the insights you gather at MozCon! Obviously, you'll be taking notes — whether it’s to the tune of live tweets, bullet journals, or doodles, those notes are most valuable when they're backed up by action.

Putting it into action

Set expectations with your boss. "After each day, I'll select three takeaways and create a plan on how to execute them." Who could turn down nine potential business-changing strategies?!

And it really isn’t that hard! Especially not with the content that you'll have access to. At the close of each day, we recommend you look back over your notes and do a brain-dump.

How did today's content relate to your business?

Which sessions resonated and would bring the most value to your team?

Which strategies can easily be executed?

Which would make the biggest impact?

After you identify those strategies, create a plan of action that will get you on track for implementing change.

(Fun fact — if you're traveling, this can actually be done on the plane ride home!)

Client briefs

If you have clients on retainer, ongoing training for employees is something those clients should appreciate — it ensures you’re staying ahead of the game. Offer to not only debrief your in-house SEO team, but to also present to your clients. This sort of presentation is a value add that many clients don’t get and can set your business apart.

These presentations can be short blurbs at the beginning of a regular meeting or a chance to gather up all of your clients and enjoy a bit of networking and education.

Still not enough?

Give the boss a taste of MozCon by having them check out some videos from years past to get a taste for the caliber of our speakers. And if you're wanting to break into the speaking circuit, you can also take your shot at securing a community speaker spot onstage. Most years, the call for community speakers opens up in early springtime — keep an eye on the Moz Blog for your chance to pitch!

Lastly, the reviews speak for themselves. MozCon is perfect for SEOs of any level and we even factor in time for you to get a little work done in-between sessions — Vaneese can tell you!

Our fingers are crossed!

Alright friend, now is your time to shine. We've equipped you with some super-persuasive tools and we'll be crossing our fingers that the boss gives you the "okay!" Be sure to grab the letter template and make your case the easy way:

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If you can make it, we promise to spoil you to the tune of endless Starbucks coffee, tons of new friends, and an experience that will change your perspective on search. We hope to see your smiling face at MozCon 2020!

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theinjectlikes2 · 5 years

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Convince Your Boss to Send You to MozCon 2020 (Plus Bonus Letter Template!)

Posted by cheryldraper

(And if you want to skip ahead to the letter template, here it is!)

Copy the template

Step #1 - Gather evidence

MozCon delivers actionable insights

Attendees are often given access to exclusive tools and betas by the speakers, and that is something you don’t want to miss!

The networking is unbeatable

Step #2 - Break down the costs

Top-of-the-line speakers

Every year we work with our speakers to bring cutting-edge content to the stage. You can be sure that the content you’ll be exposed to will set you up for a year of success.

Videos for everyone

Good eats

Swag

Discounts

Step #3 - Be prepared to prove value

Make a plan

Putting it into action

Set expectations with your boss. "After each day, I'll select three takeaways and create a plan on how to execute them." Who could turn down nine potential business-changing strategies?!

And it really isn’t that hard! Especially not with the content that you'll have access to. At the close of each day, we recommend you look back over your notes and do a brain-dump.

How did today's content relate to your business?

Which sessions resonated and would bring the most value to your team?

Which strategies can easily be executed?

Which would make the biggest impact?

After you identify those strategies, create a plan of action that will get you on track for implementing change.

(Fun fact — if you're traveling, this can actually be done on the plane ride home!)

Client briefs

These presentations can be short blurbs at the beginning of a regular meeting or a chance to gather up all of your clients and enjoy a bit of networking and education.

Still not enough?

Lastly, the reviews speak for themselves. MozCon is perfect for SEOs of any level and we even factor in time for you to get a little work done in-between sessions — Vaneese can tell you!

Our fingers are crossed!

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