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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Deep Scar

Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?

Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past

Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though

Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy

WC: 4.6k

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!

Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.

He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.

Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.

But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.

Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.

Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school.

That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.

“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.

All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.

After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.

Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.”

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.

“Do you think I care?” She taunts.

“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”

“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.

Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.

Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.

During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.

“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”

At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.

“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them.

If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.

It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.

They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.

“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.

“I’ll join if he does.”

She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.

“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.

“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”

The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side.

Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.

The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.

“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”

With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.

“No… No I’m not.”

Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends.

His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.

Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.

She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.

She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.

She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.

Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.

She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.

“I’m just kidding.”

She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl.

However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.

The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.

She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.

“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”

“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.

As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.

“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.

“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.

Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.

“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”

The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.

“I have something I wanna ask him.”

This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.

“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.

“Huh?”

“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think harder.” She said.

Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.

“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.

The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.

“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”

With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.

The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.

Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.

That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”

“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.

“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.”

The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued.

“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?”

Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.

“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.

“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”

She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.

“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.

“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.

“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”

Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.

“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”

She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.

He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.

A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.

They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.

Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.

Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.

The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.

“Stop!” She begged.

The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.

“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.

The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.

“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.

The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.

“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.

“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.

Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.

“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”

“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”

“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”

Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.

“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again.

If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.

She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.

It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.

She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.

“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”

She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.

“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”

Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.

“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”

“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”

“Y/N please-”

“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.

Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.

He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.

The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.

Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.

Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.

“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.

She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?

“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.

“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”

“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”

“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”

“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”

“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”

“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”

“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”

“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.

His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.

Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”

Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.

“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”

He remained quiet as she then continued.

“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.

Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“I promise.”

With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure.

Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.

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pockyxx · 3 years

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“ seijoh 3rd years as boyfriends ”

oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader, matsukawa issei x reader and hanamaki takahiro x reader

genre: fluff

oikawa

would be the type of boyfriend to send you those lovey dovey good morning texts

even if they were cheesy as hell you’d know they were sincere

he’d always be there to reassure you when you felt insecure

this includes when you’re insecure about all his fan girls constantly giving him attention

tight hugs

this boy may be scrawny but I know he’d squeeze the life outa you

you’d bully him along with iwa-chan

he’d text you at ungodly hours with new alien conspiracy theories

would take you to instagram-able places for dates

definitely would initiate the cuddles

would force you to wear his jersey on game days

his love language is words of affirmation 100% and will always remind you how much he loves you

“Hurry up shittykawa, you were suppose to be warming up five minutes ago!” Iwaizumi scolded him in the hallway of the recreational center that the volleyball tournament was being held at. Oikawa stuck his tongue out at his childhood best friend.

“So mean iwa-chan, can’t you see I’m with n/n-chan.” He called you by the nickname only he called you. Your cheeks begin to heat up as Iwaizumi had caught you mid kiss. The ace rolled his eyes and went back to join the rest of the team.

“Where were we? Oh right, my good luck kisses!” He snickered, waiting for you to get up on your tiptoes to plant a handful of kisses on his lips.

“You heard him shittykawa, you’re game is starting soon!” You denied him, dragging him towards the court he was to be playing on.

“Not you too!” He whined in an over dramatic fashion yet he couldn’t help but think how cute you looked dragging him, his hoodie draping over your figure perfectly.

iwaizumi

tries to act tough and manly but is really a big ole baby

wouldn’t be much for pda except for the occasional hand holding and waist grabbing

in private tho... this man would cling onto you like no tomorrow

loves when you touch/ play with his hair--its softer than it looks

forces you to watch his godzilla movies but in return you can make him watch whatever you want

his love language is definitely physical touch

he loves idle touches, just feeling your skin against his

walks you home and waits for you to step into your house before leaving

great big bears hugs, no one can tell me other wise

hits the ball extra hard when he knows you’re watching

always wants to know about how your day’s been

You cuddled up to your boyfriend’s side, as his eyes are glued to the screen; as if someone was going to kill him if he looked away. Yawning slightly you lay your head in his lap as you grab his hand to play with his fingers.

You’d lost interest in the plot, finding Hajime’s reactions much more enjoyable. Watching his expressions change from excited to sad to anxious was enough to make you laugh.

“What’s so funny babe?” He looked down at you, finally taking his eyes off the movie. You looked up at him as his larger hand was still in yours.

“You’re really cute Hajime. Did you know that?” You giggled, making his face blush a deep shade of red before he snapped his head away from your gaze.

You sat up, forcing him to lock eyes with you, laughing again at the sight of such a macho man being so flustered just by words.

“Don’t act like it’s a bad thing.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips, “you’re a softy deep down.”

Iwaizumi’s heart went into overload. He brought you into his arms, in a bone-crushing and laid back down on the couch to finish the movie.

matsukawa

definition of dating your best friend

enjoys listening to you talk about your day

would send you really funny memes in the middle of class just to see you get red as you try to hold into your laughter

your laughter is like music to his ears

loves pda, as long as you’re okay with it

would take you to mcdonalds anytime of the day, just say the words

besides memes and reaction pics, his camera roll would be filled with stupid pictures of you

surprisingly good at cuddling

place things high out of your reach just so you can ask him to get it down for you

silly pet names; like that are overly absurd

he would get involved with your interests/ hobbies or a sport you play

Class was just so boring, especially with your teacher being a rude old fart. You sat near the front and as your sensei wrote something down on the chalkboard you looked behind to catch a glance at your boyfriend, Issei.

He was looking at his phone as per usual, probably messaging his friend Makki in the class next to you. His dark eyebrows had been raised, his lips tugging into a half smile and you could tell he was up to something.

On your desk, your phone buzzed and you could only attribute it to your boyfriend sending you a message. Of course you were right and went to check it out.

matt-sunshine: *attachment one photo* this could be us but you playin

You looked back at him hesitantly but Issei had gone back to paying attention to the lecture. Biting your lips, you opened the picture your boyfriend had sent and you then proceeded to pray that you’d be able to keep your mouth shut.

The picture in question had been two feet mimicking holding hands, except it was toes. For some reason that picture with what Issei had captioned it had sent you over the top. You let a loud, ugly laugh slip past your lips.

As you excepted, your teacher had issued you three days of after school detention for that. You glarred at your boyfriend, upset with him getting you in trouble but it was soon forgiven after he offered to take you out to eat after your detention.

hanamaki

similar to mattsun: he’d be your best friend and lover

when you’re feeling down he’ll do/ say funny thing to make you feel better

you dye each other's hair

lots of teasing on both ends

this boy is always hyping you up no matter the occasion

is mutual to pda, it all depends on how you feel about it

loves to kiss all your ticklish spots just to see you giggle

convos with him would be like you saying something funny, then makki following it up with something even more funny and so forth until you’re both about to pee your pants

no matter what’s happening, he’s got a meme for it

religiously quotes the ‘ily bitchhh, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitchhh’ vine when talking to you

You sat in Takahiro’s room, waiting for him to come back up with snacks for your video game session, something you and him took very seriously. You leaned back in the bean bag, thinking about what the loser’s punishment would be and right as an idea popped into your head, your boyfriend walked in.

He placed the candies, chips and sodas on the small coffee table and passed you the Wii remote.

“So my precious booger,” cue the disgusting nickname he swore on his grandfather’s grave was suppose to be endearing, “what will the looser have to do this time?” Takahiro flopped down next to you.

Pressing your lips together, cautiously bringing up what you had in mind. “Loser has to dye their hair hmm... green!” he laughed and agreed to the idea.

The two of your then wiped off the cutesy faces before starting the game: Mario Kart. You looked at him, a competitive glaze coating his eyes. You knew for sure you didn’t want to loose.

After a grueling final race, the winners slides popped up and to your surpirse you were the winner.

Makki threw his control in disbelief, “it’s rigged, I swear!” He huffed, crossing his arms but you only got up in his face, teasing him with your victory.

“Now you’re going to be the booger-head, Hiro!” He rolled his eyes, gentally hitting your face with a pillow before standing up.

“Where are you going?” You wondered, drinking some of the soda he’d offered you earlier.

“That hair dye won’t buy itself.”

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kookie-doughs · 3 years

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Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 29: Tested

As you sat in the middle of Kenma's sprawled leg, you two cuddled with controllers at hand.

A year at most had passed since the release of Puri Puri Magika: Lost Magic™ and things happened.

Of course PPM recieved a lot of rewards and the hype of the game still hasn't died which surprised you. A multi-player version was also released after 5 months.

You had publish and completed 2 Manga and have a new one on going. Your Manga recieved an anime adaptation which made you proud.

Kenma had won awards as well. Not that we'd go into that🙄. He also 'forced' you to move in so he could make sure you're living healthy and not staying up for a week finishing your script. He also dedicated a day where he streams with you, so you could rest.

You both usually used your time playing games that were on top charts. And among all the games only 1 game almost topped PPM.

The game Kenma had asked Sakujo to make. They publicly released it as a dating simulator, which you could either end up with Kenma or you.

"You idiot! Just fucking die already!!" You screeched as you button mashed.

Right now you were playing Street fighter to match with Kenma's retro theme of the month.

"You suck at this."

"Shut the fuck up! How do I do Kamehameha?!!!??"

Kenma sighed, "It's not called Kamehameha idiot. It's called-" He didn't need to finish his sentence when his character finished you off with a yell of "Hadouken!"

You looked at how your character lost and clenched you jaw.

"You suck!!!! You're a cheater!!!! I hate this let's play something else!!!!!" You screamed.

Kenma frowned at how loud your were but obliged. He checked the comments to see which games they were recommending.

"Let's play th---" He was cut off when the door slammed open outside.

The two of you looked at each other.

"Y/N!!! BABEEEEE!!!!" You heard your Soulmate yell at the living room.

"AHHH! Kuroo!!!!" You hopped off Kenma and ran to the door.

Kenma wouldn't agree but according to the comments, Kenma gave a horrified and broken look the moment you jumped off.

"This idiot." He grumbled and followed you as fast as he could not bothering with his stream.

He saw how you and Kuroo approached each other in slow mo, skipping to each other. So Kenma had no trouble grabbing you by the hood of your hoodie and frowned at Kuroo only to see Alisa holding Kuroo in a choke hold.

"Hey Kenma!" Alisa smiled.

The blond nodded and dragged you behind him.

"Alisaaaaa! Kenmaaaa!!!! You can't split away soulmates!! Let us goo!!!" You and Kuroo struggled from their hold.

Managing to free a hand you both tried to reach out to each other, only for Alisa to choke Kuroo harder killing the poor man.

"I came to borrow YN~" Alisa sang looking at Kenma.

"If she's going be like this, you can have her."

"Swap her with Kuroo?"

"Why the fuck would I want Kuroo?"

"Well I can't have both of them! Do you seriously want them arrested? Again?"

Kenma groaned at sighed. He let Alisa drag you to your closet and he was stuck with Kuroo.

After you got prepared to go out you gave Kenma a kiss and tried to do it Kuroo as well but the demonic aura of the two scared you both so you decided against it and went out.

Unbeknownst to you the two male had a talk about something. Unfortunately unbeknownst to them, the stream was still active...

Alisa dragged you from shop to shop. Buying this and that.

After what seemed to be 3 hours you and Alisa went to a food court.

To your surprise you saw Keiji, Tenma and Yamaguchi together.

"Y/N! Alisa!" Satori greeted.

"What are you guys doing here?" You asked shocked.

"Well we wanted to hang out and Alisa said you were with her so we went here." Tenma grinned.

"Satori dragged me with him." Akaashi said.

They all joined you and then conversation just flowed perfectly. You talked about this and that while eating.

You'd check on your phone hoping to see a message from Kenma but you got none.

"You keep checking your phone, want us gone that bad?" Satori frowned.

"N-No! I was just checking if Kenma left a message."

"Did he?"

"Nope. I kinda wanna go home now."

"Oh my god what if he's cheating on you?" Satori gasped. Which earned him a hit from Alisa and Akaashi.

"As if that hermit could get anyone else. Especially with Kuroo following him. My Soulmate would make girls pass out before they could even glance at Kenma."

"I don't understand why YN loves Kuroo more than Kenma." Yamaguchi laughed nervously.

"Alisa prefers Kenma. Kuroo prefers YN. Kenma hates everyone." Akaashi pointed out.

"If Alisa would let me I wouldn't mind being a third."

"One thing we agreed on is never put you and Kuroo together and unsupervised. So no I don't think so."

"When did you learn that?" Tenma asked.

"After the two got arrested." Akaashi answered.

"Huh?"

"It was at a train. Something... Explicit happened." Alisa sighed remembering what happened.

"H-Huh?"

"YN went on her knees on a train. They didn't actually do anything, just suggested the thought but I guess it was enough to get them arrested." Akaashi explained.

"That's where the KenYN break up came in."

"I'm surprised Kenma and Alisa are still dating you and Kuroo at this point."

"I know right?" Alisa cringed. "Anyway we should continue our shopping spree."

You all stood up and roamed around for another hour or two until Alisa got a message.

"We should go home. Kuroo just texted me. You guys wanna come with?"

They all shrugged and said they'll meet you at your place.

When you got home you got home you laughed seeing how messy your place was. It was like there's a con going on at your house.

Everyone in it was Cosplaying as some game character. There were people you didn't quite know who.

"Y/N!!!!" Kuroo came barelling towards you in his Luigi costume with Mario right behind him.

"Ahh! Where's Akaashi?!" Mario, who turned out to be Bokuto, asked.

Alisa stepped in front of you before Kuroo got to you and turned to Bokuto. "He's on his way. He probably changed clothes."

"What's happening? Why is everyone dressed up?"

Kenma came out of the room with his Overwatch cosplay. You told your friends you were going to Kenma and went over.

"Well hello there. What's up with everything?"

"Do you not know what today is?" Kenma asked.

"Oh fuck, is it our anniversary?"

You and Kenma just looked at each. You fucked up.

"You don't know when that is?"

"P-psh. Of course I-I know!

Kenma flicked your forehead and walked away after saying, "Get dressed. Choose whatever you want."

And now he's upset at you. You felt guilty about forgetting what today was.

Luckily you and Kenma often Cosplay during stream so you had spares. You decided to go as Graves from League of Legends with face beard and all.

Everyone was looking at you when you got out of the room which made you feel anxious.

Was this party for you and you forgot about it? It wasn't Kenma's birthday that's for sure. What could it have been?

Alisa came to you in a KDA Akali Cosplay that you assume Kenma lent her.

"Oh my god the photos are gonna be so great."

"I think Kenma's mad at me..." You mumbled.

"When is he not?"

"I don't know what today is..."

"Just- it'll come to you sooner or later."

You frowned as you scanned the room for your man. You saw Akaashi in a Kingdom Hearts Cosplay, Satori and Wakatoshi in a Tomb Raider costume. Hinata and Kageyama in Danganronpa. Link, who is Atsumu, clinging to Skull Kid. Sakujo and his husband wearimg you and Kenma's character in PPM.

But you found no one in an Overwatch costume.

"Excuse me..." You heard from the front. It was Kuroo, Bokuto and Kenma on an improvised stage.

"I'm sure everyone here knows what's going on right?" Kenma said exaggerating on the word everyone.

"Today, to continue our celebration we will be having a treasure hunt! The treasures you're looking for are in a form of a game loot box of various game style."

"There are a total of 21 loot boxes around town. One of them empty. You are to bring the loot box unopened here and you'll claim the prize of whatever it is in it. You could either come home empty handed or 100k courtesy to our dear host."

"The clues to the boxes are cut evenly to all the players. All the players will have 1 clue. Each players could only get one loot box and it has to correspond to your clue. Come up and get your clue!"

With that, Bokuto brought out a box with a hole on top. Everyone went on stage and got their clue. You were the last to get the clue so you were excited.

The thought of at least 45 adults in Cosplay running around town looking for boxes humored you. So you excitedly looked at your clue.

What made today special.

You froze. It was as if they were doing this in purpose. You had no idea what today was, and of course you had to get the clue asking for what today was.

You looked at Kenma and he gave you a look. Did he know which clue you got, and is disappointed you didn't know what it was?

You took a deep breath and went over to Kenma. "I-I'll win! I know it."

Kenma nodded. "That'll be one less 100k. Do win."

"Ready???" Kuroo called everyone.

"Go!" Bokuto yelled and everyone went out.

Eyes were on us with a bunch of adults wearing Cosplay coming out of a room. Some recognized people it made you realize everyone running right now was a pretty big deal in entertainment industry or related to someone. No one recognized you though. Bless your fake beard.

You ran to wherever you could think of. Enix, Jump, your place. But you saw nothing. Then you thought of the party.

The party wasn't a year ago from today but it was the only one you could think of.

You ran you were just so tired. After all you've been running for hours. And when you got there.

It was empty.

It broke your heart. You couldn't remember what today was. You failed Kenma.

You just gave up. You needed Kenma's comfort, but you were afraid you won't get it since you failed.

You sadly made your way back to you place. Tears threatening to fall. You were disappointed in yourself.

"Y/N." You heard someone call. You lifted your head to see Kenma.

The tears fell. "Kenma... I could find the box..."

Everyone was already back, and was looking out.

"I-I looked everywhere and I-I just couldn't find it..." A soft sob escaped your lips. And you looked down.

"Y/N."

"I-I don't remember what today is..."

"Y/N look at me." Kenma called.

You lifted your head and saw that Kenma was on his knees. Your eyes widened.

"H-Huh...?"

He brought out a Overwatch loot box from his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Today... Was the day when it all started. The day you showed up in my steps with a stupid flash drive..." He laughed weakly.

You blinked confused of what's happening.

"The day I saw, was the most important day for me. It was the day... The day I noticed you. I really hate you back then. You were so annoying, you still are. You're so persistent. So loud. You ruined my stream. And you kept bothering me. "

"Now you're just insulting me..." You laughed sadly.

"I-I... Look... I love you. I love you YN LN." And looked at the box, "Do you want to know what box you got?"

"Uh-Hm..."

When you opened the box there was a ring.

"Marry me."

You took the box from him and laughed. "You are such a nerd!" Wrapping your arms around him and gave him a kiss.

The crowd hollered and awed at you two. Chanting "Answer him!" and "Say yes!"

When you two parted you rested your forehead against his.

"I love you so much Kenma. I'd love to spend an eternity stuck with your stupid nerdy ass."

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parkrstark · 4 years

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with great power...

written for @whumptober2020 day 4: caged Peter has never been one to sit back when people are in trouble. Especially when they're people like him, mutants, and he can do something to save them. Tony tries to hide the list of missing mutants from him because he wants to keep him safe, but he doesn't understand. That's why Peter has to sneak out and do this on his own. What could go wrong? 4.3k ao3

"Wow, look at this. Nicholas Fury coming to me for help. Can you say please? Maybe do a little begging?" Tony grinned, enjoying the way Fury's jaw only clenched tighter.

"I'm not asking you, Stark. I'm asking the Avengers. SHIELD needs help."

"You know, I don't know...I think maybe if you were on your knees, groveling at my feet, I'd be more eager to help." Tony leaned back in his seat. He had the power in this conversation and he loved that. Usually, Steve was the one that answered team calls, but he was training in the gym with Natasha. They hadn't expected a call from Fury.

"Stark, people are missing. Children are missing."

And that snapped him back into reality. Children were always enough to make his blood boil, but ever since a certain 16-year-old started running around the tower, these cases hit a little closer to home.

"What kids?" Tony was leaning closer to the screen.

"You know Xavier's School for the Gifted?"

The name sounded familiar, though he wasn't sure what the exact details were. "A school for mutants, right?"

"Yes. A few kids have gone missing. It seems that it's connected to a lot of other mutant disappearances lately."

"Like a serial killer for mutants?" Tony frowned.

"We don't have any reason to believe they're dead."

"You look into Ross?" Tony asked, thinking of that asshole first. Even after he failed to break the Avengers up with his Accords, he still tried to convince them that mutants weren't human and deserved to be incarcerated for it.

Of course that would have included locking Bruce, Steve, and Peter in the Raft, probably with shock collars around their necks. Tony refused to ever let that happen.

"Our agents close to him say he has no involvement in this."

Tony nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yeah, and there's no boasting from his side. If he was behind it, he'd be all over it and being his typically asshole self."

"We want your team to help find out who is taking these mutants and how. It has to be another mutant or someone very dangerous." Fury's voice was no nonsense as he warned Tony to be careful without saying a word about it.

"Yeah. We'll start looking into it." Tony nodded his head. He wanted to bring these kids home.

"Good. We sent the files to your servers. It's of the known missing mutts and their last known locations."

"I'll share it with the team. We'll do our best."

"I'm counting on you, Stark," Fury said before hanging up, the screen now black.

This was a mission they could not afford to lose, not when innocent kids were in trouble.

"What're you guys doing?" Peter asked, walking into the kitchen where all of the Avengers were sitting at the table, reading over papers.

It was the second Friday of the month, which meant he was spending the weekend at the tower for Avengers training and Mario Kart.

"Working," Sam said, flipping a piece of paper over, not even looking up.

"I thought we were supposed to be in the training room." Peter took a seat between Tony and Steve. He tried peaking over Tony's shoulder to see what he was reading, but he pulled the paper close to his chest.

"None of your business, Spider-Baby. Go watch some TV. We'll be right in."

Peter frowned. "Why're you shutting me out? I wanna help."

"Probably because you're a literal toddler," Sam said. "This is for the adults."

Peter knew Sam had to tease him. That was his job, but it didn't make him feel any less frustrated. "I'm an Avenger too. Just last month, I saved your ass when your wings got clipped in the air. You're welcome, by the way."

"I already thanked you for that, half-pint. Don't keep bringing it up. That's not cool."

"Alright, children. Can we please stop bickering." Clint asked. "Sheesh. I feel like I'm home with my kids."

"I just wanna help," Peter said, his shoulders sagging.

"Don't worry about this stuff, son. It's not fun Avengers stuff. Just a lot of paperwork for an upcoming mission." Steve was always the weak-link. He never lied to Peter, always treated him like an adult, and always gave him a chance because he said time and time again, he was just like Peter. They were both once the little guy with powers and responsibility thrusted upon them and they were just trying to do good and protect people.

"Can I go on the mission?" He gave Steve a big smile and didn't have to look behind him to know Tony was shaking his head, urging him to tell Peter no.

"Sorry, kiddo. This one's a little too dangerous."

"But I've been training all the time with you and Nat!"

"No is no, Pete."

Sure, when Steve had Peter's side, it was the best feeling in the world, but when he didn't, it was the worst. Steve was stubborn as a bull and wasn't going to budge.

So Peter turned back to Tony.

"Mr. Stark, pleeeease."

Tony shook his head and looked down at his papers, meaning their conversation was over. Which, for now, it was. There was no way that Peter was going to convince them to let him join.

So he sighed heavily, playing up the dramatics before standing up. "Fine! Keep it a secret then. I'll be in my room when you're all finally done with your secrets."

And that was exactly where he waited until later that night. It was almost 3 in the morning before FRIDAY told him that Tony had finally gone to bed.

They had been working hard on those papers all night, and moved into the mission room to use the computers too.

Peter climbed along the ceiling to avoid making the floor creak as he snuck into the room they had spent hours working in. Once inside, he gracefully fell to the floor, and glanced over his shoulder.

"Can I help you, Mr. Parker?"

Peter jumped slightly, completely forgetting about FRIDAY. "Just looking for the notes the team was working on today. I want to study up tonight to impress them."

"Were you given permission to access these files, Mr. Parker?"

Avoid telling a lie by asking a question.

"Did Mr. Stark block me from seeing them?"

There was a pause and then she responded, "No, he did not."

"Then, I guess I'm allowed to read them." Peter smiled. Tony would have locked him out if he really wanted to hide them. He'd done it before. Not that that would have stopped him, just would have slowed him down.

Another pause from FRIDAY like she was struggling to decide if Peter was allowed to see them or not. Thankfully, only a moment later, she was pulling them up.

It was just files of people. Kids, teenagers, adults...there was no connection between the demographics. Except...they all were listed with having a power of sort.

He stopped on a picture of a girl that looked about his age. She had fiery red hair and a smirk on her face. Jean Grey. Telekinesis.

That's when it clicked.

He scrolled to another recent file. Cyclops. Optic blasts.

He felt his heart beating as he went to the next.

Petra. Terrakinetic.

Darwin. Reactive Evolution.

Sway. Manipulate time.

They were mutants. All of them. Just like him.

"FRIDAY, why were they studying these files?" Were they looking for a new team member? Did they not think Peter was good enough?

"This is a file of recently missing superhumans."

There were dozens and dozens of files. How were they all missing? And why didn't Tony ask for his help? These were his people missing. He deserved to help.

The sudden anger at the situation had him storming out of the room, not caring about how much noise he made. He went right to the hallway where all of their private quarters were.

He started pounding on Tony's door.

Not soon after, Tony opened the door. He looked half asleep but alert, dressed in only his sweatpants, but his repulsor was on his hand, pointed right at Peter. Once he realized it was Peter, his arm dropped to his side and the whining died down.

"Jesus, Pete. You scared me. Everything okay?" His eyes looked Peter up and down, trying to see if he could see any blood probably. Peter had knocked on his door at late hours before with a wound from patrol.

"They're mutants just like me."

"I'm sorry...what?"

"They're mutants! And most of them are kids! Why are you hiding that from me?" Peter’s voice was nowhere near quiet.

Tony glanced over Peter’s shoulder when he heard a door creak open. It was probably Steve, since he was right across the hallway from Tony. "Alright, bud. Calm down. We can talk about it if you want."

He tried putting his hand on Peter's arm, but Peter pulled away. He didn't want to be babied. "No! You always try to push me out of missions. You say I need more training again and again. And usually, that's okay. I get it. I'm a kid. But you're icing me out of this one on purpose!"

"Peter, just tell me what you're upset about. Please." Tony genuinely looked to be struggling with understanding Peter's sudden outburst.

"I asked FRIDAY and she showed me."

Realization dawned on Tony's face and he muttered, "Dammit. She's getting reprogrammed tomorrow."

"You should have told me that mutants are going missing." Peter held his ground.

Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Pete, it's too late for this. Can we please talk tomorrow?"

"No! Mutants are missing and you wanted to hide it from me! Those are my people, Mr. Stark!" Peter splayed his hand against his chest. "I want to help!"

"Peter, I know--."

"No. You don't. You're normal. You can take off your suit and you don't have to worry about being... different." Peter felt his eyes burning and he didn't know why.

"That doesn't make a difference. I'm Iron Man, whether the suit is on or not. Which is why I'm putting my foot down and saying you are not getting involved with this." Tony sounded tired and exasperated.

"I can help! You can't stop me when it's my people they're hurting! I don't want to hide!"

Tony's jaw clenched and he straightened his shoulders. His voice was low when he spoke again, "You're right, Peter. You're just like them. You are a mutant. But maybe you skipped the part where the files have said they are all missing."

"I know they're missing, Tony. Don't patronize me," Peter argued. He hated being the child.

"Don't patronize you? When you're acting like a child? Peter, I know you're upset, but how about you let those teenage hormones chill and listen."

That comment only made his teenage hormones worse. "I'm not a kid!"

"You are!" Tony snapped back, unable to keep his voice quiet. "You're a child with mutant powers. Just like the other kids and adults that were taken. Did you stop to read how far back the first disappearance goes?"

Peter didn't say anything, honestly caught a bit off guard by Tony's tone.

"No? Well, don't worry. I've got it memorized. 2 years."

Peter's eyes widened.

"Yeah. 2 years. The first mutant has been missing for almost 22 months." Tony shook his head, a haunted look growing in his eyes. "I don't know what they're doing to these mutants, but I have an idea. I have many scary horrible inhumane ideas of what people would want to do with mutants."

Peter had a few ideas of his own, but he didn't think of it as much as Tony did, apparently. He hadn't even thought of the details. He just knew his people needed help.

"You're not helping with this case because tomorrow I'm calling May and you're not leaving this tower until we have this monster in custody."

"What?" Peter practically shouted. "That's not fair!"

"Pete," Steve's voice was behind him. He wondered how many of the others were watching. "Why don't you let him sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Another night that those people are tortured! You need everyone you can get to help find these people!" Peter didn't turn away from Tony and hoped Steve got the idea.

"I don't need anything!" Tony yelled, losing his temper finally. "I need you to stay in here, where I know you're safe! Because they're looking for mutants and you are a mutant. And while you think that makes you connected to them and somehow responsible for their safety, I think that it makes you a target! They will come for you eventually and I need that not to happen. Because I can't imagine losing you, and you being gone for years."

Peter stayed silent because he couldn't argue with that. He hadn't even thought about how it would affect Tony.

"I went through this once already. I kept you safe then, and I'll do it again. But I can't do it alone. You need to help keep yourself safe." Tony's voice was soft when he finished his rant. exhaustion filled his voice, both mentally and physically.

Peter nodded his head, lowering his voice as well. "I know you're trying to protect me, Mr. Stark. But I don't need protecting. I'm a superhero. It’s my job to protect others, no matter what."

"No, Peter. That's where you're wrong. It's not your job to do anything but be a kid and go to school and go home to May at the end of the night, safe."

Peter shook his head. Tony didn't understand. "I'm grateful to have you looking out for me, Mr. Stark. But I'm not giving up on these people. They need someone to fight for them just as hard as you fight for me. I'm going to be that person for them.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying in this tower until we get this under control. I mean that, Peter.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter tried to argue again because that was just bullshit.

“No, Peter. You’re staying out of this one.”

Peter knew by the look on his face and the sound of his voice, he wasn’t going to win this. Not with Tony’s permission, anyway. So he groaned loudly, stamped his foot and stormed back to his room.

He wasn’t going to just sit in his room and hide when mutants were going missing. He had some information like their last known locations. He could at least scout those areas and see if he noticed anything wrong.

“FRI, can you keep this to yourself for now?”

“Keep what to myself?”

Peter grinned. “Exactly. Thanks.” He didn’t hesitate before grabbing his suit and getting ready. “Do me a favor and transfer that information to Karen before Mr. Stark locks me out.”

FRIDAY did so without complaint and Peter grinned as he saw the files glow up inside his mask. All of this was only possible thanks to Tony. Kind of ironic that he was using it against him now.

Before leaping out of his window, he told FRIDAY, “Tell Mr. Stark or anyone else that comes to my door, that I don’t want to talk to anyone tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”

He’d be back in the tower by tomorrow and would act like he never even left.

FRIDAY didn’t give him a hard time, but Karen sure did. The moment he was out in the suit, he heard her in his ears. “Peter, should you be out with this information?”

“Ugh, Karen. It’s fine.” He rolled his eyes as he swung through the streets. “I’ve been going out on patrol for weeks since all of this started and nothing bad happened.”

“I don’t think you should be out here. Mr. Stark has already programmed me to inform him if you try to sneak out.”

“Don’t,” Peter warned. “I’m fine.”

“Peter--.”

“Karen, if you keep annoying me, I’ll just shut you off. Your company is good, but not when you’re against me too.” Peter felt his annoyance growing again, and he felt stupid for being aggravated at an AI.

Karen hesitated and her voice sounded as soft as a robot’s voice could. “I care about your safety, Peter. So does Mr. Stark.”

“Well, I care about the safety of all those mutants. I can help, so I will. Either help me, or leave me alone.” Peter felt guilty for snapping at her, when she was only trying to help. She was always only trying to help him.

“I want to help you in any way I can.”

“Good. Then just...help me scan around these areas for anything suspicious. I have no idea what we’re looking for.”

“Alright, Peter,” Karen replied, sounding unhappy to have to help. But she did anyway.

They moved from one location to the next around the city. They were running out of mutants from NYC to trace. He didn’t want to go back to the tower empty handed. Not because he wanted to show anybody anything, but because he felt like a failure in his own mind.

“Seriously, nothing, Karen?” Peter groaned, falling to the ground in an alley. He had been scouring the city for almost two hours by now. There was nothing for him to find. He leaned his head against the wall and sighed.

“You know, Kar...maybe Mr. Stark was right. Maybe I should have stayed put or at least waited.”

“I think that would have been the smart idea.”

“Yeah, but then I would have just been laying in bed while they tried saving the day. And they weren’t even trying now! They were sleeping. The mutants need their help now. Some of them 2 years ago!” Peter kicked his foot against some garbage by his feet.

“In their defense, Peter, they were not aware of the disappearances until only very recently. And how are they supposed to search if they do not rest?”

Peter groaned loudly. “Stop being so logical!”

“It’s a protocol Mr. Stark uploaded into my servers.”

Even though they had left things in an argument, Peter couldn’t keep a small smile off of his face. “What protocol is that?”

"Common Sense," Karen replied, and Peter didn't know if she understood the slap to the face that felt like coming from Tony. “It’s used to give you a voice of reason so you don’t drive yourself crazy in your teenage tantrums.”

“Teenage Tantrums, is that what Mr. Stark calls them?”

“Yes.”

Peter sighed, giving in. “Well, he’s not wrong. I did lose my head back there. I shouldn’t have snapped. I shouldn’t even be out here. I just wanted to get away from it all. I felt so angry.”

“You do not have to explain or try to justify your emotions to me, Peter. Your feelings are your feelings, no matter what. And they are valid.”

Peter laughed. “Now, that you definitely didn’t learn from Mr. Stark. No way he’s that emotionally evolved. Not yet.”

Karen laughed back. “It’s part of my programming. Mama Bear. He uploaded the transcripts of several parenting books for teenagers into my servers. This is from a chapter all about dealing with the ups and downs of teenage hormones.”

“Lucky me,” Peter said. And maybe the words came out sarcastic, but he meant it genuinely. How lucky was he that he had a man, who had no responsibility to be the father figure he was? Tony was always there to help him, even when Peter proved him unworthy of his help time and time again. Peter had someone to care about him so deeply that he’d lock him in a room just from the slim chances he’d be kidnapped. And sure, that was a little overkill, but it was Tony.

Not everyone had someone like to care about them.

Tony could leave him at any time, and he didn’t. He chose to stay even when Peter made it so hard.

He pushed himself back up to his feet and sighed. “I’m gonna head back, Karen. See if Mr. Stark is still up.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” she replied, sounding proud of herself.

“Watch the attitude, Karen. You’re supposed to be like me, not Mr. Stark,” Peter reminded her.

Before she could give him a response though, Peter went on full alert and he got into a stance ready to fight. His spidey sense was going off like crazy, pounding in the base of his skull.

“Danger, Karen. Where’s the danger?” He glanced around the alley, searching for any sign of something. Thankfully, he had night vision on in the suit to make things easier to see in the pitch black.

“Scanning for heat signatures around you now, Peter,” Karen replied, all business. “Shall I contact Mr. Stark as well?”

Peter shook his head. “Just give me a second. I can protect myself.”

And he did when that first punch was thrown from the man that jumped down from a fire escape above him. He dodged the punch easily and brought up his fists to get ready to block the next punch.

“You can fight,” the man said. “But you won’t win. They never do.” Then he stepped forward and Peter saw he was wearing some sort of suit with a mask that covered his entire head. He threw another punch and Peter dodged once again.

“I don’t wanna hurt you!” He said, bouncing on his feet. “But I will if I have to!”

“Aw, isn’t this cute?” He asked, to whom, Peter didn’t know. “He thinks he has a chance against us, boys.”

“What--?”

Then someone tackled him from behind and even through the suit, he could feel the hard cement run painfully against his face.”Woah, I thought there were rules in Fight Club!” Peter yelled as he rolled onto his back to avoid being jumped on. “Isn’t rule number one to have even and fair teams?”

Another man jumped down next to him and kicked him right in the side before he had a chance to notice he was there.

After he regained his breath, Peter wheezed, “No? That’s right. Rule number one is don’t talk about fight club. Sorry, boys. I’ll get the next one right. Promise.”

“Shut up!” The first man rushed forward and Peter jumped to a wall to avoid him.

Peter shook his head as he looked down at them. His heart was racing like crazy, and he was actually a little scared of these three men that seemed to have skill and a big grudge against him. Of course, whenever he was nervous, his mouth wouldn’t shut up. “You guys look cute in your matching masks and ugly armor. Are you starting a boy-band? I’d offer to join, but I’m not a good singer.”

The men below continued to talk among themselves to try and figure out how to get Peter down. Peter ignored them.

“You know the sound of nails on a chalkboard? That sounds a little like me. Except I’m like, a million times worse. Just ask Iron Man. He said I’m banned from Team Karaoke nights in the unforeseeable future.”

Peter jumped from one wall to the other, webbing one of the men to the ground as he did so. “Oh, no I’m the bad guy here. I really didn��t wanna have to do this, guys!” He webbed another one the first guy he webbed up.

He tried to web the last guy, who was the first one he had an encounter with, but he rolled out of the way, pulling something from his waistband.

“Well, like that really old song goes, two outta three ain’t bad!”

Peter didn’t even have time to laugh at his own joke because suddenly, the man had his hands raised and what he pulled from his pants was shining in the little light that was in the alley. Through his night vision, he could see it clearly. It was a gun and it was pointed straight for him.

He jumped up in the air, doing a small flip as the man shot it. It didn’t sound like a gunshot, which Peter was thankful for because those always triggered bad memories with that. One gunshot and he was 14 again, covered in Uncle Ben’s blood as he held him, listening to his last breaths. Peter never did well with gun crimes during patrol. He usually saved that for the NYPD.

“Missed me!” Peter mocked in a sing-song voice, perching on the railing of a fire escape.

The man growled and Peter jumped, ready to dodge another shot. But the man expected that move and he shot directly where Peter was jumping to. There was no pain from it, and Peter had to stop and check himself over to see where he was hit-- if he was hit.

And he was. There was a small dart sticking out of his thigh. Peter blinked as he pulled it from his skin. Then he glanced down at the three men. “Hey, Curly, you do realize that a little tranq dart won’t work on me, right? I’m not like your garden variety kidnapee that you can…”

His quip was slowly cut off when he started losing feeling of all of the muscles in his face. He couldn’t move his lips to even say another word. His eyes darted to the men when he heard them all start to howl with laughter.

Then he felt his hands slip from his perch and he was falling 3 stories down to the concrete below. Peter wasn’t sure if his vision went black went he hit the ground or just a second before.

When he woke up, he was crammed into a tiny cage. The room was dark with only a few lights on the ceiling, but he could easily make out what else was in the room. There were rows and rows of cages, all full of people and creatures.

It wasn’t until he recognized a girl in the cage across from him that he put two and two together. These were the missing mutants, and he had found them...without giving Tony any indication at all where he was.

“Oh, shit.”

#iron dad #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #whumptober2020 #no.4 #caged #fic #kidnapping tw #violence tw #language tw

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neon-ufo · 4 years

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Answering some OC asks

cool-human-98 said:

Since there's not much info about Ness, I'm really interested in what he's like. What do you have on him so far? Of course I'm asking about things that are not spoilers

Ness is 17, which makes him the youngest character in the entire story, and he acts like it too. He’s very careless, loud and free-spirited, with a good sense of what’s right and wrong.

He absolutely doesn’t know when it’s not the right time to have a big mouth and can get himself in trouble by talking too much, or not following directions.

He’s very eager to meet new people, because he didn’t have many chances to do so in the past due to reasons I don’t want to disclose yet.

He makes very quick judgements and will often make a decision in the spur of a moment, not really thinking about the consequences of it. He’s very much led by his heart more than his brain.

He loves comics and power metal, and I think the fact that Gloryhammer is his favourite band says quite a bit about him.

My friend once said he's a personification of the Ultra Pink Monster Energy drink and that’s a pretty good summary of him (thought I’d say he’s more of the Pipeline Punch flavour).

behold-a-bastard-in-this-house said:

Are there any details on Ciril's curse, maybe? As in, how he gained it and when? Thank you much!

Without spoiling too much of the core conflict of the story, Ciril’s curse was basically caused by him being too curious and going to places he shouldn’t have gone to. I am not fully set on the timeline of how long ago he’s been cursed, because it has to be lined up with events regarding some other characters (Mario and Ren), and I haven’t really sat down and properly match it up yet, but he’s been cursed for a couple of years at this point.

The curse slowly saps his energy, making him physically extremely weak; there are times when he can’t even get out of bed, and some days he can only move around with a wheelchair. He’s only 32 years old but looks much older.

While the process of the curse is slow, living with it at this point is terrible, as he’s not just weak, but he also can’t taste food, he’s constantly cold, his overall feelings feel very numb. It’s clearly out to kill him, and he has no idea how to lift it. Because death is his biggest fear, and he feels like he’s running out of time, he’s very desperate to save himself by any means necessary.

Anonymous said:

Does Vivid have a favorite meme?

Dabbing & Minecraft, no questions about it.

blacksheep28 said:

What's Vivid's big dream in life?

He’s not really a person with any big plans for the future, he keeps his options open! One thing he definitely wants is to make things that bring joy to people.

In the current time, he’s an actor in a community theater. Sometimes he plays guitar and sings on the streets and then gives his earnings to those in need, since he loves to perform, but he doesn’t really need any additional income, so he just does what he can to bring some overall good vibes to his community. If any bars have an open stage, you know he’s there.

He can play a guitar and piano, however he doesn’t want an actual career as a musician, or an actor, as he’d find that restricting. Basically, he’s just vibin’

bayygel said:

Who is most likely to cry when surprise punched in the face? Who is least likely to cry? I hope this question is up to your standards, Jim :) because I for one am very curious!

Vivid is a HUGE weenie when it comes to pain, his pain tolerance is non-existent. He will cower at any threat of pain, despite being pretty muscular and big. Being an actor, he’s able to put up an intimidating charade if necessary, but if his bluff is called he immediately retreats to avoid any further confrontation.

As for least likely.. About half the characters are pretty damn tough. Mario and Barbi would be hard to push to crying through pain (Barbi would cry from frustration sooner than from pain), and Ren is stone-cold. However, Otto is a clear ‘winner’ here, as life got him to a point where he’s too jaded to really care about much anymore, and that includes pain (which he has an extremely high tolerance for, he could probably lose a limb and not care)

Anonymous said:

I don't have a particular question but I'd love to hear more about ren! i guess if you need something more specific then maybe something about her sibling kind of relationship with mario?

Mario and Ren started off on pretty rough terms which caused her to be wary of him for a while. On the other side, Mario felt extremely bad about it and did everything he could to make her realize she’s safe and can trust him. Eventually, she came around and they’ve been really close ever since; he was the first person she ever felt calm with and he helped her a lot when it came to basically learning how to socialize, despite him being a total extrovert and her a total introvert.

Mario is an only child who always wanted a younger sibling, so meeting Ren filled that void for him and he protects and spoils her like a little sister, he’s willing to listen to her talk about her interests even if he doesn’t get it, he takes her out shopping, plays basketball with her, etc.

Ren is very aware of this and deeply appreciates Mario for it. He’s constantly supportive of her, and while Ren is the kind of inexpressive and quiet person that might come across ungrateful to an outsider, Mario knows better than that and knows that this means a lot to her.

Anonymous said:

On a scale of 1 to 10, how huggable are each of your characters?

Ciril: Not huggable - bony and thin, will greatly oppose to hugs. Em: Somewhat huggable - might oppose at first, but it’s very possible for his motherly instincts to kick in and a gentle hug will be returned. Mario: Huggable - but your bones will be crushed Otto: Possibly huggable? Might not know what’s going on. Alternatively, he might think you’re upset and try to awkwardly pat your back. Ren: Not huggable, will flinch. Barbi: Only huggable for friends, otherwise she will headbutt you in the face Vivid: Extremely huggable. Possibly the most huggable. Will always hug back. King: Not huggable. Will not like it. Ness: Huggable. Will be happy to receive a hug and might spin you around.

Anonymous said:

Did Jojo inspire your characters designs? If so, are there any specific characters who inspired the designs? And on the topic of design, who is your favorite and why?

Araki’s work influenced me in general, not just when it comes to character designs, it basically changed how I look at art altogether. A lot of the characters are directly inspired by stylistic choices, rather than specific characters;

- Crop tops. - While Em was not inspired by Kakyoin directly, he was inspired by how I decided to stylize Kakyoin when I drew him. - Barbi’s hair is inspired by Araki’s rigid style of drawing hair which I love a lot - King’s hair was inspired by Diavolo’s hair, because I interpreted Diavolo’s hair as having a leopard pattern, and that gave me idea for King’s zebra pattern - Similar as with Em, this isn’t a DIRECT inspiration from JoJo, but the way I draw Mario is slightly based on the way I stylized DIO - Ciril’s two-tone hair was inspired by my initial interpretation of Abbacchio’s headband being differently coloured hair on top of his head. - Ren’s pitch black no-shine eyes were inspired by Mista, and her spiky hair is a mixture of Narancia and that 2000s scene style where everyone gelled the hair at the back of their head - The ‘holes’ between the strands of Ness’ hair were inspired by how Reimi’s hair was drawn, I thought that was really cool.

As for my favourite, I’m fond of all of them since I worked on streamlining their designs a lot, but if I had to pick, I think King is generally the one I like drawing the most for some reason. I’m very happy with how Inverness turned out too, and Em being kind of a fashionista is fun to design outfits for.

Anonymous said:

Do any of your OCs watch anime? If so what type?

Ren is a bonafide weeb. Kuroshitsuji is her favourite anime because she loves Sebastian. Her favourite genres are supernatural mystery anime and slice-of-life anime. She prefers older shows and doesn’t really dig the hype of the seasonal shows, though she will occasionally check them out. She generally doesn’t like the Shounen genre. She likes Dragon Maid too, Fafnir being her favourite (as you can see she has a type). She uses Picrew to make her avatars.

Anonymous said:

Who of your OCs is the least athletic? Who's the most athletic?

Due to his current predicament, Ciril is by far the least athletic one, as sometimes he can barely walk. Before the curse, however, he was a traveller, meaning he was in a pretty good condition.

If we don’t count Ciril due to his curse, then Em would be the least athletic one. He’s slim and elegant and makes sure to stay that way, but any work out he does isn’t really preparing him for any serious conditions, he’ll be the first to lose breath if everyone ran a race (not counting Ciril who, frankly, can’t run.)

On the other side, Otto doesn’t look like it and doesn’t live like it, but he’s pretty much peak condition among my characters. He actively works out as a way to cope with the mess that is his life and had military training in the past.

(Mario is also a good competitor for this, being a fitness bro, but he doesn’t have nearly as much experience as Otto, and despite their difference in size, Otto could absolutely take him down.)

Anonymous said:

ideas on how any of your original characters would deal with self isolation/quarantine?

#oc #ocs #text #long post

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beerecordings · 4 years

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thinking about how in the Marvin’s Cage au or in any version of “Marvin’s the one who traps JJ in the box and then when they find out Jackie kicks Marvin out and brings Jameson home” Jackie would be SO SO over-protective and highkey loving and affirming and spoil Jameson so much because

this little guy has been through actual hell and he’s a nervous wreck who’s never been loved before, of course Jackie’s going to smother him in affection

2. Jackie’s little brother was the one who trapped him so Jackie feels like he has to make up for Marvin’s cruelty and also he blames himself for not seeing the signs and saving Jameson sooner

3. Jackie misses Marvin so much and compensates for it by putting all of that missing love onto Jameson

(and it’s a little unhealthy (okay maybe really unhealthy at times) because he’s projecting his memories of the relationship he and Marvin had when Marvin was young and innocent and loved him so much and he can’t help but see young Marvin in this new little brother. Jackie really wants to protect and foster him so he doesn’t lose that innocence like Marvin did, because just thinking about having to kick out another brother or realize that they’ve done something horrible is enough to make him break down)

okay and then i just wrote like a whole damn essay on Jackie’s anxiety and relationship with JJ after he has to kick Marvin out so i’m putting it under a cut hahaha

He starts giving Henrik and Chase a lot of extra affection too, like suddenly he’s treating them a lot less like they’re just friends and more like they’re his little brothers, and even like they’re much younger than they are. Henrik gets irritated because Jackie is bossier in his caretaking now, insisting that he go to bed earlier than four in the morning and threatening to carry him there if he doesn’t - but Jackie also sometimes just comes and sits with him while he’s working and Henrik understands that this is his way of trying to protect him and allows it because he wants to see Jackie heal. Chase doesn’t mind the extra attention at all, suddenly Jackie is taking time off superhero stuff to stay home and do fun things with him and he’ll even cuddle up with him on the couch a little while they watch movies and stuff! it’s pretty great, but Chase can tell sometimes that Jackie is only acting happy to try and make him happy, because they both miss Marvin a lot. but nobody in the house talks about Marvin. they haven’t even explained everything that happened to JJ.

Jackie just spoils the hell out of him. he brings JJ presents every couple nights, anything from cute socks he saw or a cool rock to hot chocolate and bigger presents from stores like clothes and art stuff. Henrik keeps warning him not to spoil him too much, because JJ is learning pretty well that he can get whatever he wants just by pouting a little and Henrik knows it’s not mature, but Jackie can’t help it!! he wants to give him whatever he needs!!

when Jameson has panic attacks or nightmares, Jackie can’t be removed from his side, or at the very least he’s standing outside his door guarding him. they’ve never seen him quite this worked up about protecting someone!! usually part of the reason Jackie is comforting during anxious or depressive episodes is because he’s so calm and sure, but now he gets upset and weepy whenever Jamie shows the smallest signs of distress, because he can’t stop thinking about Marvin being the one who did this to him. he’ll sit up with Jameson long into the night and tell him over and over again that he’s safe, that he loves him, that he’ll never let anything take him away again.

Jackie has like. a thousand pictures of Jameson just smiling on his phone. he cried the first time Jameson smiled at him (he was the first one of them he did smile at and nothing makes Jackie feel more like a good big brother than that)

he teases Chase and Henrik about being shitty at things lol (”YOU SUCK AT MARIO CART HA”) but with Jameson it’s all this “no no no you’re doing so good buddy!! here i’ll teach you how to fix this one little thing!!” and Chase and Henrik are just like. “jackie we hate u” but it’s pretty funny really

he trained Chase and Henrik to fight - at least the basics - within the first couple months of their creation, but he’s much more cautious with Jamie. Henrik and Chase have to be the ones to teach him the first couple lessons just to prove to Jackie that he can do it and he won’t break. and then? Jackie trains Jameson harder than he ever trained the others, trying to make him as strong as he can, as skilled as he can, trying to make sure Jameson will be able to protect himself even if something happens to him.

Chase and Henrik are watching all this a little nervously. Jackie adores Jameson, melts for Jameson, dotes on Jameson - it’s pretty damn cute, but it worries them a little, especially because, as Jameson matures, he starts to act more adult around them and then reverts back to “i am tiny and need love :333″ around Jackie

it’s when Jackie has a complete meltdown in Henrik’s arms about how he’s constantly, constantly terrified for his baby brother that they realize there’s like... a real big problem going on here. they call up their old family therapist (they haven’t been going since Marvin... left) and they start trying to work this stuff out. Jackie has Jameson under his arm the whole first session, trying not to cry because this place reminds him of Marvin, anxious to have his little brother in a new place, constantly assuring JJ everything’s going to be okay - projecting his own anxiety onto his little brother and telling himself he’s fine, it’s JJ who needs help, it’s JJ who’s been through trauma, not Jackie... Jameson lets Jackie hold him and pats his knee comfortingly. by the end of the session Jackie is thinking maybe Jamie understands him better than he understands himself, and he’s overwhelmingly grateful that his little brother is letting him do what he feels like he needs to do to help himself survive this grief

they have to push Jackie to even allow Jameson to progress as an adult because he’s just so terrified of anything happening to his baby brother. he’s like that mom watching her kid try to leave for the first day of school like “do you have everything you need??? recite my phone number back to me. don’t talk to strangers!! hold your brother’s hand when you cross the street! I already called the school to tell them all about your allergies and to ask the teacher to be nice to you!!! wait give me one more hug!!! i love you!!!!!!!!” and Jamie’s actually really excited to go to the movies for the first time but Jackie’s all stressed and upset. Henrik and Chase are pulling him away like “MOM WE’RE FINE” and Jackie’s waving them goodbye from the door and texting them every fifteen minutes for updates... lol he loves him

and once he gets on board with Jameson growing up and being more independent and adjusts to it, he takes him to all his favorite places and to do all his favorite things because he just wants to share every part of his life with Jameson and give him all the happiness he can

it takes Jackie a really long time to learn to show any weakness around Jameson because he doesn’t want him to feel unsafe, but Jameson is so supportive of him once he starts opening up to him. Jamie is always trying to return all the love he’s been given and he learns all the best ways to take care of all his brothers when they’re suffering. Jackie thinks the world of him for that and tells him he has a really good heart

in the end they mostly just have to let Jackie grieve Marvin (healthy grief takes about six months) and adjust to someone new in the house, and after that he mellows out about it, but Jameson is still his little buddy and he loves him so so much and spoils the hell out of him hahaha. it’s good for Jameson to be mother-henned a little bit for the first few months and improves his self-esteem, really. no matter how he’s feeling he almost always believes that Jackie, at least, loves him and will never betray or imprison him like that bad man in the mask did.

about a year after taking Jameson in to the house, Jackie and Jameson are best of friends and see each other as equals. they both look out for each other when they’re sad or in trouble and love each other so so much. Jackie still brings JJ presents a couple times a month, and now JJ gets them for him too, and there’s nothing that makes Jackie happier.

#marvin's cage

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smoljamswrites · 5 years

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BTS as your best friends:

I’m kind of proud of this and it’s my first one so yeah. If you like it please like or reblog, it’d mean the world to me. Thank you! x

KIM SEOKJIN

okay hands down Jin would be such a good best friend

He’s very protective of you

10/10 would get triggered if someone hurt/upset you

comforts you by putting on a funny movie and chills with you on the sofa or tells you an endless supply of his dad jokes

If you go shopping with him, it’d be like a father and child moment

he keeps telling you to stop messing with stuff on the shelves

continuously jokes around and tells you to put things back

and will definitely ask you what you think he should eat next on EatJin

actually, when he does EatJin you’re usually behind the camera just lying around on his bed or whatever, keeping quiet and playing games on your phone

because I get the impression that Jin loves it when he’s got company and he’s in someone else’s presence

asjskjskjsjs does that even make sense

like he just wants you to be there

even if you ain’t doing anything together

you’re just doing your own thing while he does his

he loves that

also because he’s a Mario fan, and he can be extra af, I think if you guys couldn’t decide who got to choose, between the two of you, something like which takeaway you should order

then you are playing Mario Kart and the winner gets to choose

and boi boy does he get competitive at Mario Kart

if you do win though, expect to witness a spluttery loud-ass Jin

not that he genuinely cares that you get to choose the food

I mean, he loves food so whatever you choose he will eat anyway

but he gets chaotic because he knows you find it funny

he’ll do anything to make you laugh

believe me when I say Jin lives to see you happy

being your best friend, he’s seen you upset and at your worse

which upset him in return

so he makes it his mission to make you smile and laugh when you’re with him

MIN YOONGI

Lets you chill in his studio whenever you want

you even have the password

you just walk in most evenings, pass him some food and drinks, and try your best to help him with whatever he’s working on this time

he appreciates this so much

you still annoy him a lot but lets be honest he wouldn’t want it any other way

the other guys often say that you and Yoongi are like a couple

surprisingly Yoongi doesn’t really care that they call you guys a couple

matter of fact, it probably doesn’t help the situation that you and Yoongi are a l w a y s cuddling

Like if you are on the sofa watching a film with the guys, you best expect his head to be on your shoulder, face nuzzled into your neck, arms draped over your stomach, by the end of the night

he just finds you comfy

similarly, if you are with him in his studio and its really late

and you refuse to leave without him because you know he’s tired too

he’ll be all huffy for a bit, but neither of you end up leaving because you’re both so stubborn

instead you’ll end up on his lap, your face on his chest, while he continues to work

and when he’s finally done, if you look too exhausted he’ll just take you back to his place and let you stop there for the night

you always beg him to teach you the piano

“but Yoongi you’re the piano god” “go away y/n”

he insults you everyday but only because he loves you and he knows you can handle it because you insult him right back

you balance each other out perfectly

he’s calm and collected

you’re more bubbly and giggly enthusiastic

both of you are equally savage though

normally all you do is either hang out at his place or his studio

if you do go out then it’ll be at night, where it is typically quieter

you’ll go get a coffee or some food and just drive around, talking for ages and listening to music, time running away with you

so much sass omg

JUNG HOSEOK

Takes you shopping and judges your fashion choices

when he comes back from tour, he’ll have lots of gifts for you even though you always tell him not to bring you anything back

also if you used to be scared of loud noises well,, lets just say you’re not anymore

you’re used to his happy outbursts and sound effects

but you also know the other side to him that the public doesn’t see

ofc he’s not always going to be the happy, bubbly jhope you see through the cameras

he can truly be himself when he’s around you and he can relax

but when he is acting loud and chirpy he sort of rubs off on you

like your enthusiasm is fed by his enthusiasm

so good luck to those around you because they basically have to handle jhope x2

you get on so well with his family, especially his sister

with his sister being into clothes and fashion too, when you visit her with hoseok, she always compliments your outfits

and hobi will be smirking in the corner because (like i said above) he takes you shopping

and trust me, he would not let you leave that shop with ugly clothes

have you seen that man

he’s the fashion icon

so he takes full credit for every one of your outfits

always gets you to dance with him

he enjoys teaching you new BTS choreography

you’re both easily scared so if there’s a bug for example, the situation would go down like this

“Hobi you get rid of it!”

“No why should it be me? I think you should do it”

“No, i’m scared! You do it!”

“Y/N you’re closer to it, just do it!”

This arguing back and forth lasts for a few minutes until the bug flies/crawls away and you both run off screaming that its gonna attack you

so yeah, literally never a dull moment when Hoseok is your best friend!

KIM NAMJOON

Lowkey wants you both to match outfits but he would never ask you

could either be goofy with you or he’ll go completely psychological on your ass

there’s no in-between with Joon

You sometimes have to remind him that hes only human and reassure him he’s a great leader because I feel like he’d sometimes get in his own head and let the haters get to him, yknow?

You just gotta keep telling him he’s doing a great job and help him not let the stress get the better of him

You’re always there for him, supporting him

and he’s always there for you too

listens to all your problems

he gives the best advice

he’s also very protective of you

yknow when he clenches his jaw? or he raises one of his eyebrows? omg please tell me you know what i’m talking about well he’d do that if some one hurt you and he’d get hella mad

your family love him

they say he’s a very positive influence on you

he gets you to help him write lyrics because you’re his “muse”

he always convinces bighit to let you come on tour

even if he has to pay for you himself, you are coming

always leaves his broken stuff in your room

recommends you books to read (regardless of whether you actually like to read or not)

he is also the reason why you’re dirty minded

like forget expensive girl, have you ever heard ‘trouble’??

you’ll be with the other guys and you two just accidentally end up speaking English and the other guys are like..um hELLO?

PARK JIMIN

okay so I can imagine Jimin buying him and his best friend matching necklaces or something?

hear me out

its christmas day and Jimin passes you a small black box

inside is a necklace with a small key on it and engraved onto the key is “PJM 1995″

and you’re like “why have you gotten me a necklace with YOUR initials and birth year”

and then he shows you his necklace and it has your initials and your birth year

like this idea is so cute it makes me so soft sjweufbewjfn

will flirt with you just to make you laugh or maybe because he loves you or wHaTeVeR

he gives the best hugs

like BTS have already confirmed this in an interview

if you’re feeling down and need a hug, Jimin is your man

he is always with you

and if he isn’t, then he is texting you

you guys are inseparable

if he gets drunk around you then you’re gonna have this clingy, sappy, emotional, koala of a man wrapped around you for the night because he will not leave your side even for a second

its cute tho

but that also means he has a hard time during tour because you are usually not there with him

always drags you to his family parties and such

you love to go, and he knows you do, but you always whine when he asks you just to make him laugh

his mom loves you!!

not gonna lie she ships you both and when you go see her, Jimin has to beg her not to say anything about it to you

he loves to rest his head on your shoulder and you like to do the same

G I G G L E S

If you mention how short he is then good luck because he’s gonna chase you down and tickle you until he hears an apology

not that he really cares though

he just jumps at any chance to see a smile on your face

KIM TAEHYUNG

personal hype man

his camera roll is full of pictures of you

hates it when you’re sad

if you’re sad then just letting you know you’re in for a treat

he would organise a sleepover and would aim to cheer you up for the entire night

you always laugh at his pingu impression

you’re like Yeontan’s mom

yeontan l o v e s you

you’ll go to Tae’s house and as soon as you open the door, yeontan will run straight to you

you walk yeontan together at night whilst you share headphones listening to whatever’s on tae’s playlist

recommends you music because hands down this boy has the best taste in music FITE ME

He’s a big fan of skinship so people actually mistake you guys for a couple sometimes

plays with your hair all the time

your parents love him and treat him like he’s part of the family

your parents would genuinely love it if you two dated

Tae doesn’t mind it when they ask you questions like

“so are you two together yet?”

but you get annoyed purely because you find it so embarrassing

Tae just laughs it off and makes a joke out of it

“no i could never date y/n because her feet smell”

if you need a hug, he’s there

and he’ll sway you side to side and by the end of it you’re laughing so much because he’s hella goofy and you love it

JEON JUNGKOOK

Bullies you all day everyday (but you know he’s only joking)

sends you memes when you both should be asleep

he definitely has a crush on you or at least he has had one at some point in time

doesn’t stop teasing you

he’s so competitive and has to prove he’s better than you in everything

likes to hug you from behind

eats steals your food

you constantly steal his hoodies and he gets annoyed

but he can’t stay mad at you for too long though

he lives for your compliments

though it normally ends up with you playfully hitting his chest when his ego grows a little too big

he is never serious with you

always has his arm around you, it’s like a habit

always stares at you

always bursts into your room to hang out and then ends up sleeping in your bed

when he’s feeling cocky, he takes his shirt off and tries to make you feel his muscles

when he’s all sweaty from either going to the gym or dance practice, he makes it his mission to find you and get you to hug him while you’re screaming that he’s all sweaty and “gross”

the guys are convinced you two are dating

and Guk lowkey wishes you were but you didn’t hear that from me ;)

he wants you to play with his hair 24/7

being best friends with him means that, if you weren’t already into video games, then you definitely are now

#my writing #jk #jm #th #jn #jh #nj #yg #bts #bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jin #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok

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the-likesofus · 4 years

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Don't Leave Me Alone (In This Bed)

Markhyuck (4+1 AU)

The four times Donghyuck sleeps in Mark's bed and the one time Mark sleeps in Donghyuck's bed.

AO3

Mark does not hear the bedroom door open and close, nor does he feel the bed dip at the added weight. It is the sudden rush of cold air as Donghyuck lifts the edge of the blankets that rouses him from sleep.

"Hmm?" He grumbles as he shuffles back away from the opening, unconsciously allowing Donghyuck more room to slide into the bed beside him. "Hyuck?"

It takes Donghyuck a moment to reply as he settles himself in beside Mark and finally tucks the sheets back down, trapping in the remaining heat.

"Hey, Markie." He mumbles, tired but still fair too peppy for whatever time of night it is.

"What are you doing here?" Mark mutters in reply.

"Johnny-Hyung and Ten-Hyung won't stop talking." Donghyuck grumbles, rolling towards Mark and trying to tuck himself into his side.

In a recent turn of events, the members that were a part of WayV were back in Korea for a few days and although they had been provided with a separate temporary dorm, most of them had decided to stay with the 127 or Dream members. Ten was no exception and had been stuck to Johnny like a magnet since they had arrived from the airport.

Donghyuck had spent the last three hours rolling back and forth in his bed trying to block out the whispers and giggles of Johnny and Ten's conversation in the bed next to his. Eventually he had given up on trying to sleep in his own room and had left to seek refuge in Mark's bed.

"Why my bed?" Mark mumbles.

"Yours' was closest." Donghyuck lies but Mark seems to accept his answer. Donghyuck continues to wriggle around trying to get comfortable in the little space Mark had left for him. Eventually Mark gives in and wraps an arm around Donghyuck's middle, pulling him towards himself and essentially trapping the younger boy in place. Donghyuck hums contently and tucks himself under Mark's chin. Mark rolls his tired eyes but does not comment, only sticks his nose into the hair at the crown of Donghyuck's head and promptly falls back to sleep.

Mark and Donghyuck have always been competitive with each other, maybe sometimes too competitive. This made for good content on variety shows and the fans seemed to adore their cat and mouse relationship but it also put them in situations such as this.

If either of them were to glance at the clock on Mark's bedside table they would realize that it had just got past 2 am, far too late considering they had an interview early the next morning and then a full day of practice after that.

Their current predicament was due to the fact that Donghyuck had challenged Mark to a round of Mario Cart as soon as they had returned to the dorms that afternoon. Now, almost four hours later, they were still perched on the end of Mark's bed, controllers in hand and recklessly shouldering each other back and forth as they raced their characters around the track for the umpteenth time.

They really should have been keeping the volume down in respect for the other members sleeping in the dorm but they were far too riled up to be rational at this point. Taeyong had already been in around midnight to ask them to lower their voices. Dongyoung had come in later, around 1 am to ask the same thing but with a lot more venom in his voice.

It is just before 2:30 am when Jaehyun returns to the dorm, just finishing his night recording at the radio station, and his jaw almost hits the floor when he comes into his and Mark's dorm room only to find the two younger boys still wide awake.

"Bed. Now." He says firmly. Donghyuck tries to whine in protest but gets a swift glare from Jaehyun and he quickly shuts his mouth.

Jaehyun leaves the room briefly to brush his teeth and then drops into his bed as soon as he returns. Donghyuck collaspses back on Mark's bed, complaining that he is too tired to walk to his own bedroom.

"Hyuck, please just go back your own bed." Mark complains.

"But Markie, I'm tired." Donghyuck drawls, the pitch of his voice rising with every syllable.

A grown resounds from Jaehyun's almost lifeless body.

"Go to sleep!" He growls.

Mark's signs in defeat and reclines on his mattress next to Donghyuck.

"You're a real pain, you know that?" He whispers to Donghyuck.

"You love me," Donghyuck whispers back.

Another grumble resounds from the lump on Jaehyun's mattress and the two younger boys stuffle a giggle as Mark pulls the blanket up to their chins.

Mark tries to keep some sort of distance between the two of them but as usual Donghyuck's wriggling get the better of him and soon enough he has the younger pinned in to the circle of his arms, Donghyuck's nose rubbing against Mark's chest every time he breathes in and out again.

Donghyuck wakes with a start and it takes him a moment before he becomes aware of his surroundings. The whistling of the wind around the window frames and Johnny's heavy snoring blend into the background as Donghyuck tries to match his breathing to the ticking of the old fashioned alarm clock on Johnny's bedside table.

He can feel his sleep shirt sticking to his back and damp locks of his fringe tickling his forehead. A nightmare. It had been a while since he had had one of those.

He used to have them a lot more frequently after he first moved to Seoul and joined SM. His first few weeks sleeping in the dorms had led to fits of crying, and shaking himself awake at least three nights a week. Eventually the other members had caught on the cause of the growing dark circles under the young boy's eyes, and Donghyuck had been moved temporarily into the same dorm room as Taeyong and Taeil where the Hyungs could keep an eye on him and be on hand if he woke up in a panic.

Thankfully as time passed and being a trainee became the new normal, the bad dreams became less and less frequent until he rarely had them.

Nowadays Donghyuck had no trouble sleeping through the night and the dark shadows only tainted his dreams on nights when his mind was already wound up with stress.

As of recently they had been preparing for the next lot of Dream promotions, and without Mark alongside them, Donghyuck could not help but feel on edge. Jeno and Renjun were a good team though and Donghyuck knew that he really didn't have anything to worry about but still, he always felt like things were a lot more stable with Mark around. There was a familiarity that came with the older boy.

This was the only explanation that Donghyuck would give for where he goes next. He drags himself out of bed, shrugs off the damp t-shirt and replaces it for the nearest other one he finds on his floordrobe and patters out the door into the hallway.

On autopilot his feet direct him further down the hall, past Taeyong and Taeil's room and into the room at the far end of the hall.

Mark is spread out like a starfish on his bed. His hands and one ankle dangling over the edges in a way that Donghyuck knows he would never allow if he was awake. Mark was twenty years old yet still weary of the 'monster' under his bed.

Normally Donghyuck would tease him but right now the sight of Mark's relaxed face almost causes him to lose his carefully constructed composure.

Careful not to disturb either of the two sleeping boys in the room, Donghyuck slowly lifts the duvet of Mark's bed and slides the boy's limbs back onto the mattress. His intention was to create just enough space that he could slip in next to Mark without waking him, but he should have known better.

No sooner had Donghyuck scooted one leg under the covers did Mark shake himself awake and turn to look blankly up at him.

"Wah?" The older boy asked intelligently.

"Go back to sleep, Hyung." Donghyuck mumbled, hoping Mark would just roll over and go back to sleep. Be there in lays his biggest give away. Donghyuck barely ever called Mark , Hyung, unless he is explicitly told to or it is laced with blantient sarcasm.

"What's wrong Hyuckie?" There is obvious concern under Mark's groggy voice.

"Nothing. It's fine." Donghyuck shuffles down under the covers and turns his back to Mark. But the older boy reaches out to brush Donghyuck's hair out of his eyes and feels the dampness on the younger boy's cheeks.

"Oh, Hyuckie." Mark mumbles, keeping his voice at a whisper so as not to disturb Jaehyun. His room mate still had not really forgiven them for the Mario Cart incident and had been keeping a close eye on both younger boys to see that they had been going to sleep at a reasonable hour the last few nights.

Recognizing that Donghyuck does not really want to talk about why he is upset, Mark instead reaches out and rolls Donghyuck over the face him before pulling the boy towards him and allowing him to press his damp cheeks against Mark's chest.

A few minutes later Mark notices that there is a damp patch spreading across the front of his pajama shirt and Donghyuck's shoulders have begun to shake as the boy sucks in each desperate breath.

Mark still chooses to say nothing, only tugs the boy closer and massages his fingers into the base of Donghyuck's scalp, essentially lulling him to sleep in Mark's arms.

Once he is certain that Donghyuck has returned to a dreamland free of the shadows, Mark repositions his arms so that Donghyuck is resting his head in the juncture between Mark's shoulder and chest. Essentially allowing Mark to sleep on his back whilst still running his fingers through Donghyuck's unruly mop of caramel hair.

Mark hesitates a moment before pressing a feather little kiss against Donghyuck's forehead, the younger boy sighs in his arms but remains soundly asleep and moments later Mark joins him.

Mark and Donghyuck have always bickered about the smallest things. Mark had once ignored Donghyuck for an entire day just because he had used the last of the milk before Mark got to have breakfast, and Donghyuck refused to be in the same van as Mark on the premise that Mark "smelt bad". When in reality he was just mad that Mark had already taken the seat next to Yuta when Donghyuck had wanted to sit there.

As petty as these instances were, the worst thus far was the period of almost three weeks when the two boys flat out refused to even be in the same room as each other and barely interacted even when promotions were running. By this point neither of them could remember why they were fighting in the first place anyway and were only involved in a very intense standoff to see who would give in and apologize first.

Eventually intervention was required as some fans were beginning to catch on to the tension between the two and they were sternly told to make up regardless.

This time however had been just as ridiculous as every other previously mentioned. Mark had gotten up earlier than usual before practice, hoping to have a nice relaxing shower before they had to rush off to schedules for the day.

He was up before Jaehyun's alarm even had a chance to go off and rushed to gather what he needed for his shower and clothes to change into afterwards.

His rush had been for nothing though as he came to a stop outside the bathroom door only the hear the shower already running.

Letting out a defeated groan he rapped his knuckles hard against the door.

"Hey!" He called.

"Yeah?" A voice called from inside the bathroom. Donghyuck.

"Hurry up in there!"

"I only just got in!" Donghyuck complained.

Mark left his belongings outside the bathroom door and turned on his heel, stomping towards the kitchen intending to have breakfast while he waited for Donghyuck to finish in the bathroom.

Woken by the commotion in the hallway, the other members begin to file from their rooms and also start getting ready for the day. Taeyong ruffles Mark's hair as he walks into the kitchen and laughs lightly as Mark tries to dodge his Hyung's hands.

"Why are you up so early?" Taeyong asks.

"Wanted a shower but Donghyuck beat me to it." Mark grumbles, shoveling another mouthful of cereal into his mouth.

"Ah, so that's what the ruckus was about." Johnny comments as he joins them in the kitchen. "I wondered why he got up so early. Stubbed his toe on his way out the door and woke me up."

Mark is unfortunately only halfway through his bowl of cereal when one of the managers comes rushing into the dorm to inform them all that they have to leave early as one of their schedules had been pushed up to fit in an extra interview in the afternoon.

"Can someone go tell Donghyuck to get out of the bathroom!? We're not gonna have time for anymore showers this morning." Johnny calls down the hallway. His call is answered by Jungwoo's affirmative and a resounding whack as Mark's forehead lands against the kitchen counter, a frustrated groan soon follows.

Their schedule was packed enough that day that Mark was able to avoid Donghyuck for the majority of the day, annoyance at missing out on his shower still boiling beneath his skin.

Really he knew that he should not be mad at Donghyuck. He had never explicitly told anyone that he was planning on getting up early to use the bathroom so the younger boy really had no way of knowing.

Mark could see the confusion on Donghyuck face every time Mark brushed passed him without acknowledgement. A couple of times Donghyuck had tried to catch him between schedules but Mark had let his frustration get the better of him and he had had to try his hardest to ignore the look of hurt that flashed behind the younger boy's eyes.

It's late when they return to the dorms and all the boys quickly file off back to bed again. Ready for a night's rest before they start again in the morning. Rinse and repeat.

Mark had been lying awake for the last half hour, he knows why, he's waiting. This is why he isn't surprised when he hears a hesitant knock on his bedroom door. It creaks open to reveal Donghyuck's large brown eyes peeking in through the gap between the door and the frame.

"Come in, Hyuck." Mark calls to him softly and still Donghyuck hesitates a moment before stepping into the room and shutting the door softly behind him.

Donghyuck stands beside Mark's bed, his eyes down cast and not moving until Mark lifts the edge of the blankets, inviting the younger boy to join him in the bed.

Even as he settles next to Mark in the bed, Donghyuck lays perfectly still rather than sticking himself to Mark's side like he usually would.

"Hyuck?" Mark prompts softly.

"I don't like it when you're mad at me." Donghyuck admits to the shadows dancing around the room. His voice is barely a whisper but Mark still hears him.

"I wasn't really mad at you perssay." Mark admits bashfully. "I really wanted to have a shower before we left this morning but you got in before me. I was just frustrated that I got up early for nothing, I'm sorry I took it out of you."

"Oh," Donghyuck hums, seeming to understand. "Okay."

Mark almost wants Donghyuck to get mad at him, to yell at him and tell him he was being selfish because Mark knows that that is what he deserves. But Donghyuck has always been too forgiving.

So instead he shuffles back, allowing Donghyuck a bit more room on the mattress. He opens his arms towards Donghyuck, beckoning him closer. As if he had been waiting for it, Donghyuck rolls quickly towards Mark, wrapping his arms around his middle.

Mark shuffles around getting comfortable and adjusting to accommodate Donghyuck's limbs in a bed that really is too small for two grown males. They're knees and feet knock together and Donghyuck winces, Mark freezes.

"You good?" He asks softly, concerned.

"Yeah," Donghyuck grumbles, hiding his face in Mark's chest. "I stubbed my toe this morning and I think it's bruised."

"You big baby." Mark laughs but wraps Donghyuck tighter up against him.

It's been a long couple of weeks, Mark's brain has been in a constant spin promoting between different groups and still keeping up with practice at the same time.

He was still upset that he had missed the Dreamie's concert while he was in the states. He had FaceTimed them after the concert had ended. The six of them were backstage, abuzz with the post show jitters, the last of their adrenaline running its course. He knew they would crash the moment they got into the van. Jeno and Jaemin would drape themselves over either side of Renjun and the boy now stuck in the middle would grumble and complain that they were heavy. Eventually he would also fall asleep though, content under their added weight and lulled by Jaemin's soft snoring.

Jisung and and Chenle would remain chattering in the front most seat. Chenle's boundless energy keeping Jisung awake until eventually his eyes just drop shut and he sinks against the window.

And Donghyuck, he would be content to rest his forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the city lights wizz past as SHINee plays through his headphones.

They had all been excited when Mark's face had appeared on the screen. Chenle and Jaemin talk over each other, trying to fill Mark in on everything that has happened during the concert. Both of them unaware that he had watched the whole show on a live stream that he had insisted that one of the staff set up for him. This had been one of the only conditions he was about to make with him missing attending the concert in person.

Renjun soon tells the two very excited boys to shut up which results in him and Chenle starting to bicker in Mandarin. Donghyuck meets Mark's eyes in the back of the frame.

Well done. Mark mouths to him and Donghyuck smiles softly, reassured that Mark was proud of how their concert had gone without him there to cheer them on in person.

Dream promotions had come to an end now too. Mark had heard them arrive back at the dorm almost an hour ago.

Still he lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Jaehyun' s soft snoring and occasional sleep talking keeping him awake as well as the tightness in his chest.

He rolled over again, tucking the covers tightly under his chin and squeezing his eyes shut. Tomorrow they all had a well deserved day off and he intended to make the most of it by getting as much sleep as possible. Currently his mind was not playing along though.

Signing helplessly he threw the covers back, the rush of cold air against his skin making Mark shiver. He reached for his phone, unlocking the screen to check the time. 2:13 am .

Mark sat up abruptly, planting his feet on the ground and shuffling across the carpet and out into the hallway. Donghyuck and Johnny's room is at the other end of the hallway but Mark's feet find their way in the dark with practised ease.

He doesn't bother to knock, letting himself into the room knowing that Johnny will already be sound asleep and Donghyuck, well he has not seen Donghyuck in weeks and he's not about to wait for the other to invite him in.

Mark pushes open the door and there he is, Donghyuck is lying on his side, hair slayed out like a halo on the pillow. He's breathing softly but stirs when Mark closes the door behind himself with a soft click.

"Mark-Hyung?" Donghyuck's voice is heavy and clipped. The after effects of over use over the last few weeks.

Mark stands awkwardly at the end of Donghyuck's bed, toeing at the carpet. This is usually the other way around, it is not often that Mark goes seeking out Donghyuck in the middle of the night. But he hates to say that he's missed the younger boy over the last couple of weeks.

"Mark?" Donghyuck repeats and Mark looks up to find him sitting up in bed. Once he knows that he has Mark's attention he pats the section of empty mattress beside him.

Mark shuffles around the side of the bed and deposits himself on the edge of the mattress. Donghyuck pulls him under the cover and down to lay beside him. This time it is Donghyuck who wraps Mark up in his arms, allowing the older boy to rest his chin against Donghyuck's elbow as the younger wraps himself securely around Mark's back.

Mark lets out a content sigh as he feels Donghyuck settle into place behind him.

"Aww, did you miss me, Markie-Poo?" Donghyuck coos in Mark's ear, his voice lilting in a teasing tone.

"No." Mark says flatly but still grabs tightly to the hand that Donghyuck has knotted into the collar of Mark's sleep shirt.

The room is silent for a moment, still. Both boys simply content to rest in each other's presence. The only sounds Mark can hear are the rush of cars on the busy Seoul roads outside they're building, Johnny turning over in the bed next to them and the gentle puff of Donghyuck's breathing against the shell of his ear.

"I missed you, Hyung." Donghyuck admits. He's always been the braver one of the two of them.

Mark does not reply but gives Donghyuck's hand two firm squeezes. Donghyuck knows what he means even if Mark cannot say it aloud.

I'm glad you're home.

AO3

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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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Fight for Me

Dan and Phil x Reader (Platonic)

A/N: Here is a request that is long overdue! I don’t know how I feel about this or if I captured the boy’s personality very well, but it made me laugh. It may be because it’s currently 1am or if because I am a comedy genius (I’m really not). Anyways...enjoy! Moose :)

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“Hello?” You called out into what seemed like an empty house, “Anybody home?”

There was no answer, so you chucked your keys back into your bag and flung your shoes off carelessly, not caring where in the hallway they landed. You strolled down the hallway, looking in each of the rooms to see if you could spot the two boys you loved so dearly.

“Y/N!” Phil cried out in shock, clearly surprised that you were just wandering the house without either him or Dan realising, “How long have you been here?”

“Just came in” you pointed over your shoulder towards the front door, “You sounded surprised I was here”

“You didn’t text us so we weren’t expecting you”

“Oh. I thought I did. Must not have sent” you shrugged, heading into the kitchen to make yourself some toast.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Phil asked as he followed you into the kitchen, “You seem…off”

“Off?” You repeated, your back turned to him.

“You didn’t tidy your shoes away when you came in…you didn’t text us to let you know you were coming and now you’re making toast”

“What, so now I’m not allowed to make toast?” You argued back, making Phil sigh.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You’re just not yourself, Y/N”

“I’m just having a bad day, that’s all” you threw over your shoulder as you started to butter your toast, throwing the knife into the sink when you were finished.

“Talk to me”

“About what?”

“Talk to me about whatever it is that is upsetting you,” he said softly, sitting down on the breakfast bar stool underneath the kitchen island, “What’s going on in that amazing little brain of yours?”

“I’m just stressed” you sighed heavily, “Work is killing me, my mum is on my back about getting married and giving her grandchildren, my grandfather is sick and I fear he may not be with us much longer and just to top it all off, my landlord wants me to leave the house as soon as possible so that she can sell it, which means that I have to move out and soon”

“I mean, I don’t blame you for feeling like this, Y/N. That’s a lot of stuff to be happening for such a gentle and caring person”

“You really think that?” You blushed, smiling as you muted away on your toast.

“Of course, I think you’re the most amazing-“

“There’s my favourite girl!” Dan smiled as he walked into the kitchen, his arms open wide as went to embrace you in a tight hug.

“Hey Dan” you smiled, squeezing him tightly as he kissed your forehead, “What you got there?”

Dan pulled away and looked down at his hand, which was carrying a bag of Gummy Bears, “Oh yeah, I heard you down here and thought you might like these, so I brought them downstairs with me to give to you. I wasn’t going to eat them”

“Oh, thank you so much” you smiled widely, taking the bag and putting it on the counter.

“Are you planning to stay for dinner, Y/N?” Phil asked, the frown on his face disappearing.

“If it’s not too much of a trouble. I thought that I would come and see you guys because it feels like forever since I last saw you guys”

“It was only a couple of days ago” Dan pointed out as he leant against the kitchen counter next to you.

“Regardless, I wanted to see you two. You never fail to make me happy”

“That means a lot to me, Y/N, thank you. How does Carbonara sound?” Phil smiled.

“Sounds great, thank you,” you said, stroking Phil’s arm in gratitude.

Dan cleared his throat to cut the award tension, “Y/N, want to come and play on the Xbox with me?”

“That sounds like the best plan right now” you groaned happily, almost skipping off towards the living room.

Phil stopped Dan before he left the kitchen, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to the living room?”

“No, with Y/N”

“What about her?” Dan sounded confused.

“Dan, come on, you know I like her!”

“What?! No! I like her!”

“Well, we can’t both like her” Phil pointed out.

“Fine, then neither of us will like her”

“Fine” Phil agreed.

“Fine” Dan copied.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them before they quickly and suddenly snapped back to what they were previously doing.

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“What did you think?” Dan smiled down at you after his favourite anime finished, only just noticing that you had fallen asleep slumped against his entire body, your head resting on his shoulder. He chuckled gently, shifting you gently so he could escape before picking you up, making sure the blanket was still draped over your sleeping form. Slowly, he made his way with you in his arms towards the spare bedroom that you all called your own. The boys often joked that you stayed round their house so often that it was if you already lived there. They dared think about how abandoned your own flat was.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” You hummed, Dan shushing you as he entered the spare room.

“You fell asleep, love”

“Oh” you yawned, “Thank you”

Dan smiled as he laid you down on the bed and you rolled over into a small ball. He grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed and covered you gently, seeing a faint smile creep onto your face as you dreamed.

“Night, Y/N” he whispered, stopping in the doorway when he heard a little voice.

“Night Danny”

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You woke up to the smell of something frying and wandered into the kitchen.

“Morning gorgeous girl” Phil looked up from the frying pan, his hair all messy and his glasses slightly wonky.

“Hey Philly” you smiled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, “What you cooking up there”

“Bacon and egg sandwiches” he smiled, throwing the food together messily on a plate, “Grubs up”

“Dear God are you amazing” you grinned widely, sitting on a stool in front of the breakfast bar as Phil served your favourite breakfast, “What’s the occasion?”

“Does there have to be one?” He shrugged, shoving the pan into the sink.

“Well, no…but you don’t usually do a full on breakfast unless something special is-“

“What, so I can’t make my favourite girl her favourite breakfast any day?”

“Don’t get me wrong” you mumbled with a mouth full of food, “I’m not complaining”

“No, but you are spraying” Phil laughed, tucking into his own breakfast as you slapped his arm jokingly.

“This is incredible” you complimented Phil, “What did you do differently?”

“Just put in an extra heaping of love”

“You softie” you teased as you finished your sandwich, “Thank you again. I’m just gonna have a shower and then head to work”

“I’ll clear up” he sighed happily, his stomach flipping when you squeezed his shoulders on the way out.

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“Well…” you sighed as you walked into the front room where both of the boys were sat watching some anime, “Work has just called…I have the day off!”

“Aw, great” Phil smiled, scooting over on the sofa to make room for you. As you sat down, both boys stretched their arms up to rest them on the sofa behind you but ended up resting on one another, awkwardly flinching away from each other quickly when they realised they had failed.

“Are you two really just going to watch anime all day?” You huffed, always having found it a bit boring.

“Not if you don’t want to” Dan paused the TV, “What do you wanna do today?”

“Not sure. I feel like going to the cinema”

“But we’ve been to see every new movie!” Phil laughed.

“Ok…what about the arcade? Near the cinema?” You suggested.

“Sure. Sure, I can waste £100 right now” Dan groaned as he got up from the sofa, stretching his back out, “Let’s go”

The three of you headed towards the arcade, laughing on the walk towards the arcade.

“Oh look!” You cried when you arrived, “They’ve added a Mario Kart game!”

Dan chuckled, “You know, we also have it back at home. We didn’t have to come here and play it”

“Don’t be such a grump” you teased, hopping into the seat, “Who will be competing against me first?”

“Well, I need the toilet really bad so Dan can have first game” Phil wandered off, leaving Dan to slide into the seat next to you. You slotted in the two pound coins and the game began and immediately the competitiveness began. You started to push each other to distract one another.

“HA HA! I WIN! I WIN! IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE HOWELL!!”

“Y/N, there are children here” Dan laughed, enjoying seeing you win.

“Maybe I should take over your gaming channel”

“You are such a sore winner” Dan chuckled, heading over to the next game, bumping into Phil halfway there, “You took your time”

“I ate bacon earlier…”

“Why would you do that? You know that bacon makes your stomach unhappy!” Dan whispered.

“It’s Y/N’s favourite breakfast” Phil sighed, rubbing his stomach in discomfort.

“Hey! Phil! Come and do this with me!”

“The 4D Machine?” Phil smiled, “Sounds good”

“Phil, are you sure? With the way your stomach is?” Dan warned, but Phil shrugged him off and headed into the 4D pod with you.

“Ohh!” You cried excitedly as Phil closed the door and paid the money, “They have a haunted house one! Let’s do that!”

“But you hate horror”

“It’s better than candy land” you retorted, choosing the haunted house section. And oh boy, you regretted it 10 seconds into it. You were constantly holding onto Phil’s hand in pure terror, although he did not find himself scared at all - just full of butterflies at the way you were gripping onto his hand and burying your head into his neck and chest. At one point, you screamed so loudly Phil found himself wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly.

You came out of the booth and met with Dan, who was standing across the booth on his phone. He smiled when he saw you come out of the booth, panting and smiling widely.

“How did it go?”

“Terrifying!” You laughed, “I love it, but I was holding on to Phil for the entire thing”

“Really?” Dan asked, his face washed with jealousy as he watched a very pleased Phil exit the booth, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, yeah it was so” you smiled, “Let’s do that!!”

The three of you continued to play all the games in the arcade until the store assistants had to force you out of the centre. You huffed as you looked chewed on one of the sweets you had won from the arcade.

“Why is it you spend so much money on so many games to win as many tickets as you possibly can, and yet you walk away with THE WORST prize. I mean…how many tickets did we win?”

“Like 5000?” Dan guessed, shrugging his jacket off to wrap around your shoulders as the evening had become cold.

“And what did we win?!” You gestured towards the sad collection of prizes in your backpack, “10 sweets, a key ring and what? A small figurine?”

“It will go well with our collection!” Phil smiled happily, having chosen the pocket-sized pop vinyl figure himself.

“I’m starved…how does Pizza sound for dinner?” You suggested.

“You staying again?” Phil asked.

“If that’s not a problem? I enjoy staying with you guys”

“No! No! No problem at all. We love having you at home” Dan smiled, taking your bag.

“Great, I’ll order the pizza,” you said, grabbing your phone and calling the local pizza place. Phil grabbed Dan and dragged him forward slightly, out of hearing range from you.

“Dan, I’m thinking about asking Y/N out on a date”

“What? No!” Dan said quickly, “I want to ask her out”

“You can’t be serious” Phil laughed, stopping when he realised Dan was, in fact, serious, “Oh you are…”

“I think she likes me too,” Dan said softly, looking over and smiling at you.

“No, no. She likes me. You should see the way that she acted around me in the 4D pod”

“Phil, don’t be ridiculous. She sees you as a brother. But I think I have a chance!”

“What makes you think that she doesn’t see YOU as a brother!” Phil argued. The two of them began to bicker at each other about who should be allowed to take you on a date but they were quickly interrupted when you skipped back over.

“Alright guys, Pizza’s-“

“Y/N WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!” The boys asked in unison, making you step back in surprise.

“W-w-what?” You laughed breathily.

“Y/N, I really like you,” Dan said softly.

“And I really, REALLY like you” Phil added.

“I want to take you-“

“No” Phil interrupted Dan, “I want to-“

“You should go out with me, Y/N”

“No Y/N, you should-“

The two boys spoke and argued over each other as they tried to get your attention.

“BOYS! BOYS! STOP IT!” You shouted, making the two of them stop instantly, “Let me make this easy for you”

“And go out with me” Dan whispered.

“No me” Phil whispered even more quietly than Dan.

“Don’t start, Phil…” Dan warned, feeling frustrated.

“GUYS, I’M GAY!”

#dan howell #danisnotonfire #dan howell imagine #dan howell x reader #danisnotinteresting #danisnotonfire x reader #amazingphil #phil lester #Phil x reader #amazingphil x reader #Dan and Phil #amazingphanisnotonfire #phan #phandom #danandphilgames #danandphil imagine

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bittysvalentines · 5 years

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BBQ

From: @airplanesandcookies

To: @lizards-online

Requests: Zimbits/patater

Note: There was a story going around on tumblr about a person who had the nicest neighbors and it provided a nice prompt for your request. I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Kent never expected that this would be the hill that he would die on, but…

“Goddamnit. We’re going to have to throw a barbecue.”

Alexei looked over from where he was laying on the sofa, an empty pie plate on his bare chest. “Sounds like fun. But why?”

Kent glared out the window at his neighbors. “Because this is war.”

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The thing about hockey, even with the C, Kent knew that his clock was ticking in Vegas.

It was bittersweet being right.

Change happens fast.

Adaptability is one of his biggest virtues, but even he never expected to end up on the East Coast. With his contract with Boston proving him otherwise, it was an easy decision to get an apartment and split his time in Providence with Alexei. It made sense even if that meant living next door to his ex and his perfect blond fiancé. But hockey, thank god, keep you busy, he reasoned. He would barely be there, he thought. He could survive a few awkward waves from his front door, he rationalized.

A run of bad luck took out both the Falconers and the Bruins early in the series, and that left Kent with a lot more time on his hands and a pie box on his front doorstep and a note with a happy face under round letters, ‘Welcome to the neighborhood”.

Kent has never liked pie - it’s too sweet, but he liked the sounds that Alexei made while eating the pie. And well, you know, they both were on the road, and it had been a while. Too long really. Anyway. Kent made up his mind that he had to thank Bittle for the pie.

He ordered an extra pound of coffee from his favorite roaster down in Colorado. They have an ethiopian bean blend that tastes like chocolate and blackberries melting on your tongue. Plus, it bumped his order up for free shipping.

He had planned to throw the bag of beans onto the Bittle-Zimmermann doorstep like a brick and run like hell. As soon as the bag hit the door, Jack opened it, also dressed for his run and waved him inside.

“Oh my gosh, this smells amazing! See, this is worth getting up for. I’m going to brew a pot right now.” Bittle had exclaimed as soon as Jack had dragged Kent in. “Oh, this will go perfectly with the chocolate coffee cake I made!”

Kent left an hour later with three quarters of a coffee cake that Tater legit gasped over.

Well, shit, Kent thought as he finished his second slice, leaning against Tater in bed. “This requires an escalation of force.”

Kent needed strategy. He needed a plan.

The Bittle-Zimmermanns were thoughtful motherfuckers.

Kent headed to the library.

Loaded down with every book on manners and etiquette he could grab from the 390s section of the library, along with copies of the Art of War by both Machiavelli and Sun Tzu, and a stack of Good Housekeeping magazines, he didn’t pay attention until he bumped into Jack, who was also standing in line, weighed down with a few of his own books.

“Kent?”

It took some self control, but he managed not to try to flinch, but it sounded forced in his own ears, “Hey Zimms. Not surprised to see you here.”

Jack smiled, and Kenny suddenly is flooded with the memory of being in juniors and meeting his god awful crush, Bob Zimmermann, as he introduced Jack to some of the movers and shakers at the camp.

The memory is visceral, especially with Jack pleasantly looking at him. Kent could practically see Bob standing there, bigger than life, sexy, confident, and powerful introducing his son, the boy who would be king. Nothing will ever compare to the sense of relief he had felt when Jack, round eyed, nerdy, and introverted, had shook his hand. If Jack had had a quarter of the charisma Bob exuded, then Kenny would have been in trouble. (Hindsight, man.) But then Jack smiled, a heartbreakingly timid smile, that only he knew the secret to, and Kent thought to himself, “well shit, at least he didn’t get the full genetic package, because that would be devastating.”

He hates being right.

Because, Jack, has grown into himself, filling in the corners that were filled with doubt and self consciousness. Now, he is whole and healthy with that shy smile, those intense eyes, and a stack of books, he is all types of fantasy love interest material.

Kent did not sigh. He is better than that.

But it was definitely hard especially when Jack invited him and Tater over for dinner later in the week. It was damn near impossible when Kenny’s car refused to start in the parking lot, and Jack immediately pulled his car over, popped open both hoods and jumped his car.

Kent pulled into his own driveway feeling as if he had lost significant ground. He lost this battle.

***

“I don’t understand, why are you upset that Zimboni and B are being nice to us?” Tater asked. And it’s a reasonable question with unreasonable answers so Kent doesn’t reply.

Tater heard him anyway. “You are very competitive. We all are. But you are not going to beat B. It’s his court. We should be grateful that we have such wonderful friends nearby who bring us pie for no reason.”

Kent snorted at that. “ You sound half in love with him.”

Tater stood up, stretched before heading towards Kenny on the couch. “There are many harder things to do. Breathing, blinking, heartbeats. It’s the same with Zimboni. Instinctive to love, hard not to.”

Tater is clearly a traitor.

***

Parse was outmanned. Winning was futile.

He brought over more coffee and a pretty green leafy plant as a thank you for the car jump. Jack responded by helping him pull up the dying bushes in his own yard, and then letting Kenny borrow his truck to pick up new plants from Home Depot.

He hadn’t even thought of a response to that when a summer storm knocked out the power in their house and Bittle showed up in a poncho with a picnic basket of baked goods, a bottle of wine, candles, and a wink. Tater winked back.

Like he said, Tater was a traitor.

Kenny hadn’t even picked out the date to host a summer BBQ before Jack was knocking on the door to invite him and Tater over for their own summer party.

“I give up.” Kent said to himself as he watched Bitty flit around the backyard party refiling drinks and making conversation as Jack watched him from over in his own conversation with his his father, “uncle Mario”, Tater, and a few of the Falconer’s senior management.

Summer on the East Coast never approached what he saw in Nevada, but at the same time, it was humid and no one depending on air conditioning like their lives depended on it. Kenny felt the sweat drip down his face from his cap and he escaped the crowd to hide inside the house.

Mostly everyone had moved outside, leaving the house cool and quiet and with nothing else to do with his nervous energy, Kenny decided to get a head start on the dishes in the sink. The mess builds up during parties and Kent can tell that Bittle isn’t one to tolerate a messy kitchen.

He’s finished loading the dishwasher and started rinsing out the sink when a soft hand touched him on the back.

“This is so kind. Thank you so much.” Bittle said, and he can see why Tater likes him so damn much even though Kenny has worked hard to avoid seeing it.

“Not a problem.” He said, focused more on the sink than Bittle.

“Well, I appreciate it. I was looking for you. Jack said your birthday is coming up and I made you a cheesecake. You raved on instagram about a cheesecake you had in NY and I thought I would try to recreate it for you.”

And it’s a one, two hit. Kent is done. His will to fight vanquished. Between the consideration and the validation, Tater is right. He was fighting an uphill battle all along. Defeat feels like a relief.

“I bet it’s spectacular. You are going to have to show me how to make it.”

Bittle beamed back at Kenny just as Tater and Jack walked in. “If you baking with B, I want to come too.”

“Anytime! Ask Jack, I love teaching you guys how to bake.”

Jack smirked, knowing and fond. “He just wants to cover you in flour while chirping you.”

“I do not! That is your M.O. Jack Zimmermann.”

And just like that, the picture that Kent couldn’t see clearly righted itself and he could see how he fit in this scene, happy and ready to surrender and make peace.

#kenttater #bittyjack #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp

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homesoutofhuman · 5 years

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Soft: John Wick/reader one-shot

Warnings: so much soft you might die, sex and daddy kink (sorry not sorry)

Requested by @johnwickthirstclub (sorry your ask still never came through so hope this is something like you wanted)

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soft/sɒft/

adjective

easy to mould, cut, compress, or fold; not hard or firm to the touch.

having a pleasing quality involving a subtle effect or contrast rather than sharp definition."the soft glow of the lamps"

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You’ve slept deeply, yet when the alarm goes off you groan, something inside you does not want to leave your cosy cocoon and the thought of facing the day fills you with dread. John reaches out an arm, silences his phone then glances back to you. You move to cling onto his warm back like a limpet.

“Don’t wanna get up today John…”

John exhales, as usual, he has trouble refusing you much, if anything at all. He turns and strokes your hair out of your face, placing a kiss on your cheekbone.

“Let’s take it one step at a time hmm? I’ll make coffee…”

You reluctantly let him go, watching and appreciating his boxer-clad form as he walks to the bedroom door. John feels your gaze on him and pauses, glancing back to where you’re barely visible above the mountain of soft covers.

“At least you’re not too sleepy to ogle me…”

“John!” you whine in embarrassment, hiding under the covers and you hear him give a low chuckle before closing the door.

You doze, but the smell of fresh coffee brings you round. You sit up in bed, well aware your hair is a mess and sip the cup that John has brought you. He sits beside you for a moment, his dark eyes running over you. He looks concerned, and you can sense he is formulating a plan.

“I’m okay John. I just don’t feel like facing the world today y’know?”

John gives a gentle sigh, but you know he is more worried than mad. He lifts the strap of your camisole back up to your shoulder where it had slipped down. His touch makes you shiver and you watch him a little wide eyed through the steam from your cup.

“How about we have a day just us?”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, glad that he understands, and abandon your coffee to throw your arms around his broad shoulders. John strokes his thumb on the bare skin of your back.

“You go back to sleep for a bit...I’m going to sort a few things out, all right?”

You chew your lip, you’d really hoped that John would get back into bed and cuddle you, but you know he has some work obligations he can’t avoid. You nod and snuggle back down. John tucks you in and leaves you to rest.

You can sleep through a lot of things, but the smell of food is not one of them. You drag yourself from the sanctuary of your bed, not bothering to dress, pushing your feet into your knitted slipper boots before padding into the kitchen.

John is making breakfast, and you wrinkle your nose, hopping up on the bar stool to watch him. He gives you a focused but gentle glance.

“Feeling better?”

You shrug and rub your eyes, not wanting the spoiling to stop anytime soon. John smirks and tips a pancake onto a plate in front of you.

“How about you try and eat something for me, baby?”

You start to cut your food and he moves behind you, giving you a brief hug before taking the cutlery out of your hands.

“Let me…”

He offers you a syrup laden fork and you roll your eyes, not liking to feel like a child. John raises a dark eyebrow and you open your mouth obediently, not wanting to piss him off.

“Good girl…” he says and you blush, both from humiliation and from how much you enjoy his praise.

John lets you finish the rest of your breakfast yourself, but insists on stealing the banana slices off your plate. You slap the back of his hand and he gives you an amused look.

“So if you don’t want to go outside what do you want to do?”

You flush and look at him through your lashes and John snorts. “This is about you relaxing…”

You open your mouth to protest you do find that relaxing but he puts a finger to your lips and you look up at him meekly.

“How about we play one of those stupid games you like so much?”

You nod excitedly and lead him to the couch and turn on the games console. You beat him at Mario Kart a few times and you can see his frustration rising. His skill in real life driving is not transferring to the game and he grunts, letting out various curse words directed at his tiny avatar.

The effort of playing tires you out and you fling yourself back against the couch cushions dramatically. John is rubbing his temple. “I think we need a break.”

He turns off the screen and glances back to you. You can see something in his eyes that you don’t quite catch onto quick enough before he has you in his arms. You’re pressed against his broad chest and you whimper at his sudden rush of emotion.

“I love you….” John murmurs in your ear.

“I love you too John.”

He places a searing kiss against your neck and you gasp a little breathless.

“...John…”

His eyes drift to your mouth, his gaze turning heated. You sit stock still, feeling like he’s cast a spell on you as he rubs the back of his knuckles against your cheek and you almost purr.

“Let’s watch a movie…”

You’re a little annoyed at him for not kissing you, so you choose the Disney delight that is Frozen, thinking it won’t be his cup of tea, but you see him tapping his foot out the corner of your eye, and even when you push yourself into his arms for a cuddle his eyes remain fixed to the screen, caught up in the story. However by the end you can see see him getting antsy, his knee fidgeting up and down and not to the rhythm of the music. You stroke his leg soothingly, but you can feel the pent up energy pulsing out of him. As soon as the credits roll he turns to you.

“I might go for a run, you’re sure you don’t want to come?”

“I could do a walk maybe?”

John looks so delighted you rush to pull on your jeans. He jams a woolly hat over your ears and kisses your nose.

He holds your hand as you walk through the neighbourhood. You don’t really feel like seeing anyone you know, so you keep your head down and your eyes averted. John leads you through a small woodland clearing, it is empty except for the birds, the trees and him. You relax and start to look around, taking deep cleansing breaths of oxygen.

John is wearing his soft brown coat, the cold turning his cheeks a little red. You can see the flecks of grey in his beard and you feel so fond, so hopeful that you will spend the rest of your life with this man. Not for the first time you feel a yearning in your heart for the patter of tiny feet.

“John...when can we get a puppy?” You attempt to sound casual, swinging his hand up and down.

He glances down at you. “This again? They’re so much work…”

“But just imagine….we could bring it on our walks...snuggle with it on the couch…”

“Aren’t I enough for you to cuddle?” John asks, pretending to be offended, grabbing a handful of leaves and throwing them in your direction.

You easily dodge out the way, screaming with laughter. “You are...but a puppy would be so cute…”

“Aren’t I ‘cute’?” he says with a quizzical grin that makes you heart pound. John grabs you and pulls you into his arms, still pouting with mock offence and you reach up and caress his face.

“No. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever known.”

He almost growls in response, bending to nip at your ear as if he were in fact a puppy. “Well hey now you completely destroyed my argument….”

“Then you’ll have to give in…” you pant, stroking your hands into his dark hair as his tongue sneaks out to suck your earlobe.

“I always do with you…”

When you return from the walk you’re freezing, despite the hat and coat, and you ball your hands into fists trying to warm them up. John takes them between his own larger ones and rubs until you can feel the blood moving again.

“Thank you.” you say through teeth clenched with cold and he makes an annoyed sound.

“Come on….bath time…”

You can tell he is upset at himself for letting you get so cold, but to be honest you hardly noticed, you were too caught up with him. You strip off your clothes in the bathroom, feeling John’s eyes on you and pour a full cup of bubble bath into the water. John sits on the floor beside the bath and dangles his hand in the water. He has taken off his shoes and socks and crosses his bare feet under him. He looks casual, soft, so unlike he does when he’s dressed up for work, and your heart aches with affection.

“You know you could get in with me…” you suggest as casually as possible.

“No...you enjoy it…” he leans up and kisses you once, far too briefly then leaves you languishing in the warm water until your skin starts to prune.

You pull yourself out of the bath and somehow John is there to help you. He wraps a white fluffy towel around you then takes another to gently dry off your hair, getting out most of the moisture and leaving it damp around your neck.

“You look so cute like this…” he tells you, and you try not to glare.

You put your pyjamas back on and join John who is lounging on the couch. He is wearing his Henley shirt and old jeans which spark many pleasant memories. They have a few holes and are fraying at his ankles. It makes you sad to think he will have to one day get a new pair. You sit between his legs on the floor. John begins to comb your hair and you wince when it catches on the tangles.

He spots you of course. “Does that hurt?”

You tilt your head, trying to look back into his brown eyes.

“A bit.”

“I’m sorry.” he rumbles, kissing your cheek from behind. “But we gotta get the tangles out, right?”

You nod and try to relax as he continues. John finishes up then puts down the comb, placing his large hands on your shoulders and kneading your muscles.

“You’re still so tense after that bath?”

You sigh. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh, little one….”

John bends to kiss your neck and you feel yourself relax, both from his mouth on your skin and the tender pet name.

“...come sit up here with me….you wanna watch another movie?”

You lay on the couch and put your feet in his lap. John takes one and starts rubbing, it is bliss. You groan and shift your feet in his lap. John ignores the brush of your feet against his crotch, focused on draining every bit of tension out of you until you’re a boneless mess.

“No movie...too loud just...let’s just sit.”

John nods and flicks on some classical music which fills the background with quiet ambience.

“Don’t mind if I read do you?”

You shake your head and he grabs his book, keeping your feet in his lap and still stroking them with one hand, using the other to hold his book. You gaze at him lazily. His profile is perfect. Dark eyelashes which brush against freckled cheeks, a regal nose, his supple looking mouth. You grumble and arch your back off the couch, starting to feel a little restless from doing nothing all day.

Almost as if he senses your thoughts John puts down his book to turn you around on the couch, placing your head in his lap. He moves his hand to your mouth, caressing your bottom lip and tapping it. You feel a shiver through your body and open your mouth, sucking two of his fingers inside. You calm instantly, the pads of his fingers sliding against your tongue. You nip at the joint and he darts a sharp look at you, so you suck his fingertip in apology.

John turns back to his book and you squirm a bit in his lap, letting out a low desperate sound around his fingers and John pauses.

“Problem?”

You shake your head urgently.

“Hmm…”

John takes his fingers from your mouth to turn the page of his book and you whimper at the loss. When he returns them, he trails them down your neck making you purr, over your chest where your nipples are already hard, to your waistband. He leans the heel of his hand on your stomach, petting lightly back and forth over your navel.

You feel drugged with desire. How John manages to detect your most sensitive areas you have no idea, but he just hit almost all of them within a minute and it’s got you dizzy. You close your eyes to try and calm down. You hear the rustle as John turns another page.

His caresses are feather light, teasing and it’s a lovely torture. John moves his fingers, still slick with your saliva down the curve of your stomach to your underwear. He rubs you through the cotton and you open your eyes, looking down and revelling in how debauched it looks, his thick fingers pressing against your damp white panties.

You tip your head up so you can look at him and John is staring down at exactly the same place, his breath held, his eyes large and dark. He pushes your underwear aside, looking almost in a trance, gathering some of your wetness up onto his fingers so he can taste you. You catch a glimpse of his long tongue around his own knuckles and you turn your head in his lap, feeling a large bulge forming against your cheek.

“Are you…” you stutter, feeling shy suddenly “really still reading?”

You jump as John throws the book across the room. “No.”

He grabs your face and kisses you, deep and dirty and you return it as best you can. His fingers are gripping your jaw and basically restricting your movements so you have no choice but to submit. Not that there is the slightest chance you’d want to resist.

His eyelids flutter as he pulls back from you, looking stunned for a moment before seeming to remember himself.

“Sorry I...you’re supposed to be resting today…”

“I’m okay John….please don’t stop…”

You lift his big hand from where is it resting on your chin and move it down back between your legs. John makes a harsh sound in his throat, pushing a finger inside you.

“Okay my lovely brat...you get what you want as usual…”

You’re so wet his finger slides in easily, but as he adds another you can feel yourself clenching around him, shamefully desperate. John looks like he might pass out, looking at you in awe.

“How are you….so tight?”

He bends and kisses your forehead as he gently moves his fingers inside you, curling them up and you can tell he is trying to focus on bringing you pleasure without thinking of himself.

You’re not having that and you spread your legs wide, bearing down on his fingers shamelessly.

“Because you didn’t fuck me all day daddy…”

You use the name on him because you know its power. John struggles against every moral instinct in himself not to like it...but oh he does...and the fact that it’s taboo makes him like it even more.

“Fuck….” he swears, and you feel the delicious thrill of making him break that precious control.

He pulls down his jeans with such desperation it makes you pant and without much hesitation slips inside you, large and thick and warm and everything you could want.

“Sweetheart…” he chokes, “I’m not sure how long I can last like this…”

“That’s okay daddy…” you pant back, your voice sounding weak and thready as John pushes you into the couch with the force of his thrusts.

You hold on for dear life, happy with his rough pace as it matches your neediness. After a while John seems to gain some control of himself, slowing down and almost stopping. You wrap your legs around his waist, rocking yourself up against him, trying to make him move, but he’s so much larger than you it barely works.

“Hey...look at me...”

You thrash your head and he holds your throat gently, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I love you...” he tells you, for second time that day.

You groan and squeeze your inner muscles around him in reply. You adore him, you are crazy for him, you just need him to move.

John waits, patient and grave until you see he requires a response. You blink a few times, trying to clear your hazy mind, reaching up to stroke his hair which feels silky without its usual gel.

“I love you John.” you grind out and see him nod, satisfied, before he thankfully starts to move again in long languorous strokes, designed torment you, bringing you to the edge.

He leans down, sucking at your skin while rubbing your clit and you cry out with a pleasure so intense it almost feels like pain. John starts to move again, even as you come, and as usual his words get dirtier the closer he is to orgasm.

“God...damn...you’re amazing...can feel you milking my cock darling...”

He seems intent on making you come again, and you can feel your brain blurring into blackness. You keen, oversensitive but not wanting him to stop, you just start pleading, almost begging, trying to urge him on.

You move your hands to grasp his ass and pull him down against you. John gives a yelp of surprise at your bold action, loses control and releases inside you with a sob, shuddering and dropping heavily, his head against your breasts.

He sits up as soon as he is able, pulling his shirt over his head to try and cool off. You run an appreciative hand over his muscles and he gives you a rueful look.

“I didn’t mean to lose it like that....you were just so...”

He trails off as you shift on the couch, trying not to make a mess as the evidence of John’s loss of control leaks out of you.

“....fucking hot....”

His eyes widen with a possessive look as he picks you up caveman style and carries you to the bathroom to clean you up. You’re too weak from pleasure to protest and let him move your limbs around like a doll. John doesn’t stop looking concerned until you’re back in bed, him spooning your back, his arm tightly around you.

“Did you turn everything off downstairs?”

“Yeah....I got it all under control...and I’ve got you, okay?”

You nod, feeling your heart throb with the strength of your feelings.

“I’ve had a lovely day with you...I almost don’t want it to end...”

Even as you admit it you feel sleep tugging at you and you try to ignore it, try to focus on the feeling of John’s arms around you. He kisses your nape and shushes you.

“Sleep. We can have an even better one tomorrow...”

You trust him with your life, so you obey, not understanding how you ever got so lucky to see this soft side of John Wick.

#i can't...what?#okay i tried #i am the ANTONYM OF SOFT IRL #or who am i kidding #john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick oneshot #soft #i kinda wanted her to ride him on the couch but i'm too lazy so maybe another time

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kyulkyungs · 6 years

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enemies-to-lovers!renjun

Request: can i please request an enemies-to-lovers story of nct’s renjun? he doesn’t have much aus :(( thank you!!! 💕💗💞💘💓💓(YES I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS!!!!! YOU ARE THE ONE I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR ILYYYYY, but seriously he gets no love and i’m prepared to give him the entire universe)

others: lucas | yuta | jisung | hendery

this guy is your neighbor, you’ve known him for a couple years but have not actually known him???? you feel me???

like, the two of you are familiar faces to each other and you know his name and his family

but you’ve never really interacted beyond that

one thing is is that you don’t want to

because he always has his friends over and they’re so loud and you’re trying to s t u d y and w o r k and w a t c h y o u t u b e

or he’ll be helping his mom garden and stuff but like he’s so messy?

he throws the dirt into your yard somehow and you have to go and scoop it back to where it belongs

you’re sure at this point he’s messing with you because when you shut your blinds or messily throw the dirt back over

his friends either get louder and louder or you’ll even find some pebbles and plant bits on the path or smushed against something

but the biggest thing of all?

there’s a park nearby the neighborhood that you like to go to and a swing set that you love and it’s your favorite thing

however, there’s only one swing...

and he always takes it

the thing is you think he’s purposely and knowingly taking your favorite spot ever

sometimes you think he’s laughing when you see that he’s taken the swing

and it’s not just because that thing is super fun and it’s always in the shade and just the right height no matter how tall you are

unless you’re like an 87 foot man aka johnny

but you love that thing to bits and not only has this kid taken up your time cleaning up your own house after him, having to relocate multiple times in your house to avoid being in a room that’s closer to his, and having to turn your heel and walk like two blocks once you realize the swing has been taken over

not only that but sometimes he even brings his friends there and there’s no way you can get through like 200 guys all sitting in the shade and hogging the tree swing and area near it

the nerve of him he didn’t even realize that he was there for like four hours because when you came back he was still. there.

the one time you had asked him if he could free up the swing he looked at you like you asked him to launch himself into space and never come back

which is kind of what you wanted him to do when he just looked away and said sorry no can do go somewhere else

so you did and walked home and sulked on your bed because dang you just want to swing man it’s not that hard but like....... you love that thing

it’s so closely attached to your childhood and the shade feels nice and the wind in your hair where you get higher up from the ground......... nothing can beat that

except for this guy u G H

one day he had his friends over again

and normally you’d just wait it out until that storm blows over

but not this time when apparently all of his friends were over for a slumber party and probably celebrating something

and with that celebration they were oh so loud from like 5pm to whatever it was in the forbidden hours of the morning where no sounds should be disturbing your precious sleep

but there you were holding a pillow over your head and using your blankets as the ultimate cocoon around you to try to block out whatever sound possible

but it seemed that everything you did was useless and they got even louder somehow when you covered yourself

you have half a mind to call the cops and stuff but you’re just like nope nope i’ll just go swing my worries away

you know for sure that it’s a safe neighborhood after living there for a long time and plus it’s super late who would be around?

so you go in your pajamas and bring a coat with you just in case and the second you step out of the house you can hear the boys at a greater volume than before

they all sound so joyful and are laughing a lot and you’d be fine with it any other time............ but they’ve messed so badly with your sleep and you’re up to here with it all

you’re about to turn and head for the park until you hear the loud noises of the house get louder and someone inside go

‘hey, let’s go to the park! we can run around more there so my parents don’t get mad’

and you’re like noooo oh no these guys are NOT gonna go there

so you march up to his door and when it swings open you see your neighbor with a bunch of his friends behind him

and renjun looks at you and freezes because oh my he was not expecting you right there at his door his neighbor that he doesn’t even know the name of

but also????

you look kind of................ cute.........

with your messy hair and grouchy face and kinda pouty lip and oh gosh those pajamas are...........

and you realize what he’s looking at and you’re like

aSDGKNFG LEAVE MY FLUFFY DUCK PAJAMAS ALONE THEY’RE COMFY OKAY

but renjun snaps back into the world and is awkwardly like

ohhh sorry.... are we being too loud?? we’re going to the park-

and you cut him off like no bucko, i’m going to the park

and he’s kind of confused like uh???? what???

‘‘i’m going to the park’

and he’s confused like

‘we can go together????’

and you start making a bunch of frustrated noises trying to bring coherent thoughts together at like 3am and he doesn’t get it until you start swinging your arms around like

oh............

so he cheekily smiles and turns to his friends and is like yknow what how about you stay in, i’ll try to see what’s wrong with my neighbor

and some of them give him a l o o k and others are just fiiine i guess we’ll play another round of mario party 8

and when he shuts the door behind him you hear the chatter of his friends fade away deeper into the house

then your neighbor turns towards you and is like

‘i’ll race you to the swings’

which prompts you to go nonononono i am not giving those up

so you give in to his game and you start sprinting and you can hear his footsteps behind you

little do you know that renjun probably has the full ability to outrun you but he’s purposely pulling back and letting you win this race

when you two near the swingset you make a dive for it and land right on top of it while renjun puts on his biggest ‘awww i lost’ face

but the smile makes it so that you know he really wasn’t that upset about it

‘here since i lost, i’ll push you’ he says and before you can object he’s already behind you and starts gently pushing you while you’re still trying to catch your breath

once you’re stopped heaving he asks ‘why do you like this thing so much anyways? you’re always on it and get kinda upset when you’re not’

you huff and not answer him

he doesn’t mind and just keeps pushing you

‘you give me a lot of trouble, you know that?’ he says after a little while and you swing your legs so that the momentum knocks you into him slightly

but he catches you and pushes again, taking a step back so he doesn’t get knocked completely over

‘trouble? me? you’re the one giving me trouble most of the time’ and you can practically feel the confusion radiating off your neighbor in waves

‘what do you mean?’

you bite your tongue and try not to rant to this guy, because hey at least he seems like a decent person and he’s not being a total jerk to you right now

plus he let you have the swing

begrudgingly you end up spilling some of those pent up feelings you’ve had about his shenanigans and you’re like

‘well first off this swing is wonderful. i’ve grown up with it and it’s never failed to always support me and help me with my problems’

‘ah like a comfort food?’ you nod and then continue

‘second... you’re so messy helping your mom garden i have to clean up so much after you in my own yard’

renjun apologizes but you miss the cheeky grin that comes along with it

i admit that i am a messy gardener, although i’m the one that brought my mom some ripe strawberries’

you gave him a light, joking scoff and clapped your hands twice as a way of saying ‘good job, you did something!’

he pushes you a little harder as a joke, startling you yet it came back to bite him as you fell back into him square in the chest, making him emit an ‘oof’ sound

‘your friends are loud too’ you say after he starts pushing you again

‘yeah, sorry. that’s mainly my fault for inviting them over so much... thanks for not calling the cops on us a bunch of times though’

and make a sarcastic mhm sound and he snickers, gripping the back of your shirt and dragging you backwards

you yelp at the sudden tugging and how far he’s able to get you above the ground and the sudden hard push he delivers

‘you know swinging isn’t supposed to make me feel stressed out!’ you yell out, feeling him continue to push you higher and higher you try to drag your feet into the ground to stop him but he tries regardless

‘well, this is how you’re making me feel!’

‘stRESSED? bUddY If anYthiNg-’

‘no! like i’m soaring!’ you let his words sink in for a second and then when you ask him what he means he continues his yelling out

‘i actually think you’re really cute! sometimes i’d throw dirt over on purpose to get you to come out but you always do when i go inside! other than that i’m legitimately messy.......’

you snort at his quieter statement

‘and i always have my friends over in hopes that you’d come over to tell us to quiet down and i could smoothly invite you to hang out with us, like in the shows!’

you can feel the cold wind much better on your cheeks than before, the speed of the swing stayed the same

your cheeks were just beginning to grow red

‘or my friends could dare me to go over to your house and talk with you but they never once mentioned you!’ you turned your head and saw him pouting and throwing his arms around

he honestly looked super adorable doing that

when he saw you looking at him he stopped the swing and held you in place, speaking into your ear softly now

‘and i kept stealing the swing because i knew you were always there and i hoped you’d come over to talk to me’

you felt red by how close he was to you, with his hands nearly touching yours on the swing

‘yeah i hoped you swung so hard you flew into space to be honest’ you managed to get out, but you squeaked and he chuckled once seeing how flustered you actually were because of him

‘sorry, that’s completely on me’

he moved away and stood in front of you this time, then crouching down and looking up at you while you tried to get your blush down

‘this hasn’t gone the way it does in dramas and movies........’ he admits plainly and honestly

this makes you throw your head back and start cackling because this guy has been acting so weird and has been bugging you because he was interested in you... but he was following romcoms

he smiles up at you in reply, no shame taking over his features

‘if you’re willing to forgive me for playing the really dumb and annoying next-door-neighbor role can i just play the regular-boy-next-door one like i should?’ you manage to calm down and sigh, deciding to let your grudge over the swing go for this cutie

when you nod, his smile turns into an ecstatic grin and he hops up

‘okay! cool! i’m renjun and i’m your neighbor and i think you’re really cute! can i be the one to push you on the swing from now on?’

#elli writes #renjun #nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #enemies to lovers au #neutral pronouns #fluff

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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The One Where Steve Proposes (Or Not)

Summary: Someone takes a picture of Steve and posts it on Instagram. The group chat goes nuts, Clint is way too emotional about all this and things are not exactly as they seem. Don’t trust what you see on the internet, that’s the first rule!

Tags: Stony, brief mention of Bruce/Thor

Chapters: 2/2

AO3

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Steve was sitting in his living room, staring at the black screen on his TV, his left hand covering his mouth and a part of his nose as he analyzed the entire evening yet again. Tony seemed fine before they went to the restaurant. He smiled when Steve complimented him and seemed very excited to go to Mario’s. He was fine at the restaurant too, but, now that Steve really thought about it, he seemed a bit anxious by the time dessert came. But, honestly? Tony was always anxious. From the moment Steve had met him, his mind never stopped working. So the fact that he was a bit fidgety wasn’t really too out of character for him.

And then, there was the watch. After he opened the little black box and saw the watch, everything seemed to change. Steve couldn’t understand. Tony loved that watch. And he knew his boyfriend had been really upset when the watch was destroyed in a fight with the Wrecking Crew. He really thought Tony would be happy to have one just like it. Of course, it wasn’t the exact same watch, but it was something, right? Steve had gone through a lot of trouble to get him that gift. Even paid a little fortune ― more than he was ever comfortable spending on anything, to be completely honest ― just to put a smile on his partner’s face. He couldn’t understand why Tony didn’t like it. Better yet, he couldn’t understand why Tony didn’t tell him why he didn’t like it.

Steve had to admit, that hurt a bit. They hadn’t started their relationship in the best way, but they had been together for two years now. He really thought they had reached a point in their relationship where they could be completely honest with each other. But apparently not, Steve thought, frustrated. He needed to talk to Tony. Find out what exactly had caused such a strong reaction, so they could work on it. Yes, that’s what I’m going to do. He was getting ready to get up and go straight to the workshop when the elevator doors opened and the rest of the Avengers stepped out, all smiling.

“Heeeeeeeeeey. Where’s Mr. Rogers?”

Steve looked at Clint, confused. “I’m… Right here?”

“Not you, American dream. The other Mr. Rogers”.

“We told him you two might want some privacy to celebrate, but he couldn’t be stopped”, Natasha explained, sitting down on the couch, “So, where’s your other half?”

“He’s at the workshop. I’m sorry, celebrate what exactly? What are you guys talking about?”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, looking at Steve like she disapproved of all of his life choices.

“You’re not kidding. Steve, what was in the little black box you had?”

“A watch”, he explained, still confused with the whole thing, “Remember, Tony was really upset over losing his watch on that fight with the Wrecking Crew, and the company didn’t make those anymore, so I pulled a few strings and I got him one. An exact replica. I thought he would be happy, but apparently not”, he finished in a bitter tone.

Everybody was silent. They looked at each other, unmistakable guilt in their eyes.

“Oh, this is bad”, Bruce broke the silence, shaking his head.

“I do not understand. I thought the Midgardian custom was to present your beloved with a ring, not a watch”.

“It is, Thor. Steve didn’t propose”.

This time, Steve looked absolutely horrified. “WHAT? You thought I was going to propose?”

“Well, yeah”, Clint replied, instantly defensive, “I mean, you’ve been together for two years, pretty much ever since you got defrosted like an overgrown chicken on steroids, and you always talk about how you’re going to spend the rest of your lives together. It was a safe assumption”.

“Why would I propose? It’s not like we can actually get married”.

“Why the hell not?”

“Because we’re both men, Clint”, Steve explained like he was talking to a five year old.

“Rogers, please tell me you don’t actually believe same sex marriage is illegal”.

Steve just stared at Natasha.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You’ve been in this century for two years and a half and NO ONE told you that you can get married now?”

“We… We can get married?” Steve asked in a soft whisper.

“JARVIS, please show him”, Bruce asked with a small smile.

Suddenly, many windows appeared out of thin air, all around Steve. News about the LGBTQ+ pride parade, about the legalization of same sex marriage in many places, even pictures and videos of said marriages.

“We can get married. Holy shit, I can propose to Tony?”

“That’s what we thought was happening today. Actually, that’s what Tony thought was happening today”.

Steve’s smile disappeared, giving place to a horrified look.

“Tony thought I was proposing. He thought I was giving him a ring and it was just a stupid watch”.

“I’m sure it was a very mighty watch, nevertheless, my friend”, Thor spoke, slapping Steve in the back in solidarity.

The captain stood up, a determined look on his face, “I’m going to propose to Tony”.

“YES! HE’S GONNA PROPOSE TO TONY”.

“Yes, Clint, we heard, we’re right here”, Natasha replied, rolling her eyes. She turned to Steve, “How are you going to do it?”

He looked down for a moment, thinking. Then, he smiled. “I’m going to need your help”.

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Tony had a terrible night. After not so subtly running away from Steve after their date, he locked himself in his workshop and stayed there for hours, just sitting on the couch, eating a bag of M&Ms while thinking of all the reasons why Steve wouldn’t want to marry him. Too old, too stubborn, too difficult, too narcissistic, workaholic; the words swirled inside his head, making his insides twist with grief. He knew the kind of man he was. And he was very much aware of how bad he was. And Steve, well, Steve was good. He was the best man Tony had ever met. He deserved better. And maybe he knew that too.

Sometimes, during his downward spiral, he had brief moments of lucidity when his brain would actually function properly. Steve loves me, he would think to himself, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, I wasn’t even thinking about getting married before Thor and the others told me about the proposal. We don’t have to get married right now. Maybe Steve does want to marry me, he’s just not ready for it right now. The words kept getting stronger and stronger inside his mind, shutting down the terrible thoughts that had threatened to engulf him before. By the time the bag of M&Ms was empty, Tony was already feeling better and decided to apologize to Steve the next day.

As it turned out, he didn’t quite have a chance to talk to Steve the next morning. He was woken up by a call from Pepper, telling him he was needed at the R&D department immediately and that Happy was already waiting outside for him. He quickly got dressed and sent a text to Steve from the car.

Emergency at SI. Lunch?

The answer came as soon as he sent it.

Can’t. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.

He smiled and sent Steve back a heart, drinking his coffee ― thank God Happy had been smart enough to stop at a coffee shop ― and thinking of how exactly he was going to explain himself to Steve later.

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It was almost 7 PM when Tony finally got back home. He had spent the entire day putting out fires ― sometimes literally ― and, every time he thought he was done, Pepper would show up with something to sign or a problem to solve. He was tired. He was hungry. He wanted a hot shower, some food, and a bed ― preferably with 180 pounds of prime American beef right on top of him.

He was so tired he almost didn’t see the post-it stuck on the elevator doors. He frowned at the small, yellow piece of paper before taking it.

Penthouse. I’m waiting.

- SR

Curious, he got into the elevator and asked JARVIS to take him to the penthouse.

“Is Steve up to something, J?”

“I believe the Captain has prepared something special for you, sir. You’ll see”.

Soon, the elevator doors opened. Tony looked around, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The entire floor was covered in flowers. White, red, pink roses. Everywhere he looked. And right in the center of the room was Steve, wearing a suit and looking more nervous than Tony had ever seen him look.

“What’s all this?”, he asked, walking towards his partner.

“I’m sorry for making you wait”.

Tony was confused. “Wait for what?”

“Tony. I came into this century with nothing. No home, no family, no hope. I was bitter, depressed, angry at everything and everyone. And I didn’t think I would ever fit in here, that this was my punishment: living in a world I fought so hard to save, but never truly being a part of it. I’d accepted my fate like a dying soldier accepts his defeat. Until you.”

Steve took a step closer and softly touched Tony’s face, a small smile on his lips.

“I’m not going to lie, it was not love at first sight”, he said, making Tony laugh, the tears in the corner of his eyes threatening to spill, “But now I see, sweetheart, it would’ve been impossible for me not to fall in love with you. You’re amazing, Tony. You gave me the chance to be the man I’ve always wanted to be. You showed me happiness like I had never felt before in my entire life. You accepted my past and made me look forward to the future. You made me feel like I belong in this world. I can’t imagine my life without you. So…”

In that moment, Steve went down on one knee, taking a small black box from his jacket and opening it to show a simple, silver ring. The brunette stood there, completely paralyzed, brown eyes staring into blue ones full of love and hope.

“Tony Stark, will you marry me?”

“Yes”, he whispered, with a smile so big it hurt his cheeks, “yes, I’ll marry you”.

Steve smiled as he put the ring on his boyfriend’s ― no, fiancé’s ― finger, quickly getting up and pulling Tony into a deep kiss.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Captain, Mr. Stark. I would like to offer my congratulations and pass along a message from Mr. Barton. He would like to know if they can come in because he and the other Avengers are, and I quote, “dying out here”.

The newly engaged couple laughed and authorized Jarvis to open the elevator doors. Immediately, Clint jumped out.

“YEAH, WE’RE PLANNING A WEDDING, BABY”

“Congratulations, Tony, Steve”, said Bruce, hugging his ‘science bro’, as Tony had dubbed them.

“Congratulations, my friends! There is no happier occasion than when two mighty warriors decide to share not only the battlefield, but also their lives”, Thor offered, almost taking Steve off the ground with his hug.

“Thanks, you guys. For everything”.

“Okay, I just ordered a shit ton of food, Pepper is on her way with Happy and Rhodey and we are going to CELEBRATE”.

“I really think they would rather celebrate alone, Clint”, Natasha informed her friend while hugging and congratulating Tony.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to celebrate just the two of us later, right?” Tony said suggestively to his fiancé.

“So gross. I’m so happy for you guys. We’re just missing one tiny little thing”.

“Yeah?”, Steve asked, laughing, “What’s that?”

#stony #stevetony #part 2 #proposal fic #tony stark #steve rogers #avengers

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stairblog-archive · 6 years

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Chris McKinley: Pre-SQUIP

((Penguin: As promised, a somewhat angsty fic for a Somewhat angsty boy :p))

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Today fucking sucks. Maybe I should be lighter on it considering today has barely happened… But no, it already fucking sucks. I woke up late, I didn’t eat, I forgot some of my homework. Everything that could possibly go wrong was just stacking up on top of me. It was so streamlined how wrong everything was going, you could make it a children’s book: Chris McKinley and the Never-Ending Nightmare That Was High-School. Sounds like a best-seller to me!

I pushed my way through the School halls, trying to ignore any passing glances. It was a tad difficult, for some reason my presence attracted a lot of attention… Usually not the good kind, either. They were almost like knives, stabbing right into where everything felt like goo and nothing could make it right. I kept my gaze ahead, noticing a familiar hat among the crowd…. Oh thank god. I picked up my pace, catching up with the hat until I could see the familiar face wearing it.

Unfortunately, I crashed into someone. I stumbled back a bit. I didn’t really have the strength to look up at them.

“Sorry.” I said, trying to move along. However, I only found myself being tugged back. The person glared at me, their teeth were gritted.

“You think you can just go around bumbing into people?” They asked.

“N-no… I was just-” I never got to explain myself, I never do.

“Fucking freak!” Suddenly they shoved me. I felt walls on all sides, and realized I was now in an empty locker. The door slammed on my face. I could hear laughing and sneering on the other side of the door. I shook, I probably would have slouched down if not for the much too short space. I covered my ears, letting my rapid breathing and quiet sobs drown out everyone else.

The crowd eventually quieted down and moved on. I heard someone fumbling with the lock and froze. Who was doing that?… My answer came sooner than I thought. The door swung open again, revealing the same hat and face I had been seeking before.

“You okay, Chris?” Roman asked, outstreatching his hand. I grabbed it, pulling myself out.

“No, but what else is new?” I mumbled, wiping my face. Roman didn’t let go of my other hand, and instead guided me down the hall.

“C'mon… we’re gonna be late for class.” He replied. I could tell by his voice alone he was upset. I let out a sigh, following him as best as I could.

“Thanks for um… Letting me out of there.” I said, managing to flash a small smile. Roman smiled back.

“Hey, you would have done the same for me… Transbros for life.”

“Yeah, Transbros for life.”

After this exchange we’d gone to class…. Which ended up being somewhat uneventful. I’m actually a little greatful for that. What had happened in the halls had been bad enough, I don’t think I could stomach another event like that. Luck seemed to be on my side with that, as I managed to go through most of the day without too much trouble. I honestly thought maybe the universe was trying to apologize…

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I had Drama after school. I wasn’t really much of a performer, But I took my stagecrew duties very seriously. Hell, it was one of the few times in my day I got to hang out with people who liked me (Aside from my classes with Roman).

Me and Anita were currently trying to pry up a very heavy setpiece. The Drama Club got a budget increase this year, so we were actually able to buy extra materials to make slightly more impressive sets.

“Hey, Chris?” Anita called up. I glanced down from the ladder I was currently standing on. “Do you think you could hold this for a few minutes? They need as many people as possible for this next job.”

“Yeah I got it! Don’t worry.” I called back, tightening my grip. The set was currently being held in place by a Rope-Pulley system. Anita had very securely tied down her own rope, but mine still had to be held manually because there simply wasn’t enough of it (There wasn’t enough in the budget for a longer rope, either).

At first, I was managing pretty well with the rope. In fact I was quite confident that there was no way someone could screw this up… Then I noticed the ladder was starting to tilt. I jerked a little, trying to shove it back into the right direction. But, that backfired, and I only caused it to tilt over in the opposite direction. Then, I lost my footing completely…

This next moment was probably one of the most terrifying of my life, Because I was dangling ten feet off the ground with nothing but a rope that was probably older than I was suspending me as I swayed back and forth. So, natually, I screamed. Suddenly the entire room stopped, and everyone’s attention was stuck onto me.

I saw faces starting to merge and swarm together along with various shouts and yells. Suddenly the room filled with nothing but undecernable noises. I could feel my head grow slightly numb as an indescribable sensation shot through my body…. the old, corse rope started to slip through my hands…

Then I felt an arm pull me in. I looked over. Apparently Anita had managed to position the Ladder upright during this time and had Climbed up to get me. I shakily grabbed one of the wooden steps and gripped it with the strength of… Well, A lanky high-school boy in complete shock. I could see Anita mouthing words but I couldn’t bring myself to make them out. Instead I just let her carefully guide me back to the ground.

I could make out a few whispers now… “Who the fuck left Clumsy Chris alone like that?” “That bozo could have wrecked the whole thing.” “Honestly I kinda wish he fell.” I shook my head, trying to block them out again. Anita kept lightly tugging me along until we were outside the auditorium.

“You okay?” She asked when we were finally outside. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Y-yeah… Just kind of…. out of it.” I mumbled. Anita’s expression shifted to concern.

“I think you should head home, Chris… You don’t really look like you’re well enough to work.” She said.

“…Yeah, sure.” I mumbled. Really, I had my suspicion she just didn’t want me to hear anything else the club had to say. And the fact she told me to just wait outside while she got my bag further confirmed this… Or maybe she just didn’t want to be seen with “Chris the Clumsy Fuck-up”, not that I blamed her for that.

I noticed something move next to me. I glanced over, seeing a somewhat unfamiliar person… I wasn’t sure who they were, but I was certain I’d seen them in the halls. I glared.

“What do you want?” I snapped. I didn’t wanna hear any more sneers or gross names today. However, the person merely leaned back.

“I’m gonna be frank with you kid, I’ve been observing you. No offense, but you seem like you could use some assistance with your daily life.” I cocked an eyebrow at them.

“What the hell are you going on about?” I asked. The person smirked.

“I was a lot like you once. A loser, a nobody, a clumsy screw-up. I couldn’t talk to anyone or go anywhere without being looked down upon… Then, I got a SQUIP.”

“A… A Slip? Like, from the consoling office?”

“Not a ‘slip’… a 'SQUIP’. It’s a pill-sized computer, you take it and it implants in your brain and tells you how to live without problems.” I looked at him like he was insane.

“That’s… I’m not sure I believe you… Are, are you high right now?” The guy shrugged.

“No, but I don’t blame you for being sceptical. Look, if you really aren’t sure… My dealer, Roy, works at the Bowling Alley in the mall. Tell him ol’ Dusty sent ya, he’ll hook you up for only $200.” Then, the kid turned around, vanishing as quickly as he came… I had to admit, even considering the people who go to this school, this guy seemed pretty sketchy.

But, his story also seemed… Alluring…

—

I ended up heading to Roman’s house once I’d gotten my bag. We lived practically next-door to eachother, and I would have had to pass by anyways. I was over there often enough to where I was basically allowed to walk in whenever I wanted uninvited, though I kept my manners in mind when I did show up.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up and glanced down at it.

Message from Mom: Working Late. You’re on your own for dinner.

I put my phone away, Sighing. This happened way too often, I dunno why I still didn’t expect it to happen. Maybe I could ask Roman for some chips or something…

I entered Roman’s house to find him and Kaede playing Mario Kart. Yoshi was in first, so I assumed Kaede was currently winning. But, at the last second, Baby Luigi (Roman) pulled through and crossed the line first.

“Damn it!” Kaede Groaned.

“Never underestimate the power of a 3 year old.” Roman said with a shrug.

“Did they ever confirm the age for the babies?” I questioned. The two of them jumped in their seats, glancing at me with a look of terror.

“Jesus! Chris, I didn’t hear you come in.” Roman gasped.

“Don’t you have stage crew today?” Kaede asked.

“Uh, Yeah, We had a really productive day and got enough done to end early. I thought I’d pop in since I was passing by anyways.” I explained. I didn’t really want to talk about what really had happened. Though, they seemed to by this well enough. Even Kaede didn’t seem suspicious, and he was good at noticing these things.

“We’re gonna start another round, You wanna play?” Kaede asked. I flashed my first real smile of the day.

“Sure.” I said, taking a seat between the two of them. I played as Iggy Koopa, a personal favorite of mine. We ended up racing for a while. It was nice to forget how bad my day had been for a little bit, though at the same time I felt distracted by that kid’s words… What if he was telling the truth? Sure, $200 was a little pricy for me… But I did have the money. Hell, it was even in my wallet…

Maybe Kaede knew something about this SQUIP thing? He usually knew about sketchy stuff like this, he’s probably at least heard of it. And if he didn’t know about it than maybe the kid actually was just spreading a story.

“Hey are you guys hungry at all? I think I can get my parents to buy us some pizza…” Roman offered. I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Pizza sounds pretty good right about now.” Kaede said, “What about you, Chris?”

“Uh, sure! That’d be great.” I replied. Well, that took care of my food problem. Roman left the room. Me and Kaede sat in silence for a bit.

“So, you wanna tell me why you really came home early?” He asked. I froze, taking in a sharp breath… Yup, there was no getting past Kaede.

“I may have… Accidentally…. fallen off a ladder…. while I was holding a rope… ten feet off the ground.” I mumbled. Kaede’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah I didn’t get hurt… Just, scared and confused.”

“Confused?” Kaede questioned.

“Yeah um… See, after the whole ordeal this guy named Dusty came up to me and told me about this thing called a SQUIP? He said it was like, a computer or something… You ever heard of it?” I asked. Kaede’s expression changed again. He glanced over to where Roman had left, then turned back.

“Look, don’t go tellin’ Ro about this alright? I’m only telling you because I trust your judgement on this thing,” He explained, “But, yes… I have heard of it. Some of my cousin’s in Japan told me about it once, apparently one of their friends got one. It’s basically a literal 'Chill Pill’. The thing implants in your brain and talks to you, helps you with whatever you task it with.”

“Yeah, Dusty said something like that.” I confirmed.

“Well, Listen, I dunno where… 'Dusty’, got one… But I’d be careful about these things, alright? For all I know, he just coincidentally made up a story to get a couple of bucks outta you. He might just be spewing something he overheard out of context. Plus, I don’t really know that much about it myself… I might be able to get ahold of my extended family and ask them about it but that could take awhile.” I thought more about it. It almost felt like Kaede wasn’t saying everything… But I didn’t pester.

“Well, thanks anyways… And Don’t worry, I won’t go telling-” I froze, noticing Roman just starting to enter the room. I quickly changed my sentances. “Roman! Yo, we still on for Pizza?” I asked.

“Yeah, But we’re only getting one so… What toppings do you guys want?”

“I’m good with anything… EXCEPT Pineapple, alright Chris?” Kaede teased. I gave a look of faux offense.

“Good sir, Fruit was made for Pizza.” I said,“The minute Pizza Parlors start including strawberries, it’s over for you Fluffs.”

“Ew, Gross!” Roman said, “What if I got it half-cheese half-pineapple? Would that please your angst-driven soul?” I thought about it.

“Yeah, that works… The angst is Very pleased with that decision.” I confirmed. Kaede seemed to be okay with this, too. Roman left again, but came back pretty quickly, and we continued our game while we awaited our food.

—

I left Roman’s house at about 6. He’d probably have let me stay the night if I asked, but I didn’t really want to overstay my welcome. I thought more about this SQUIP thing as I walked… Maybe I could just… try it out for a bit? If it was a computer then that meant I’d have some way of turning it off, right? Unless… It can’t be turned off…

I walked into my room, dropping off my bag. I reached in and pulled out my wallet, starting to count my cash. $250, that was more than enough… Right? I sighed a moment, glancing at some of the posters on my wall. I was seriously considering going for an overpriced tic-tac. This was quite an extreme decision. One poster stared back at me, specifically one of Christian Slater and Winona Ryder. Heathers was a personal favorite film of mine. I had quite a few posters for it around, this one just so happened to have the honor of being the first thing I saw when I woke up… I stared at Slater for a bit longer.

The extreme always seems to make an impression.

Fuck it.

The mall wasn’t too terribly far away. I was able to bike there in no less than 10 minutes, which gave me pleanty of time since most of the stores didn’t start closing until around 9. Plus I was pretty sure the Bowling Alley was open until 11 anyways. I walked through the mall, keeping my hood over my head just in case someone i knew was there. Luckily, I didn’t run into any familiar faces.

I walked into the bowling alley, and upon hearing just how rowdy the place was almost turned back… But my curiousity got the better of me in the end, and I pushed forward. Eventually I reached the counter, where a somewhat spooky looking guy stood.

“What can I do for ya, kid?” He asked.

“I’m looking for a guy named Roy?” I replied. The guy raised an eyebrow.

“That would be me. What brings you here?”

“Um, Well… This guy named Dusty said you could 'hook me up’?” The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Dustin… Alright, I’ll hook you up. But you tell him to pay his tab before I cut him off.” Roy dissappeared after saying this, then reamerged a few minutes later. “You got the cash, right kid?”

I pulled out $200. Roy counted it out, then handed me a little baggy with a pill inside.

“Take it with Mountain Dew, I don’t know why but Mountain Dew is the only thing that activates it. And all sales are final! Don’t go coming back here for a refund! Now, Scram!” He shooed me off. I was kinda happy to leave, what with the noise and all.

I started making my way towards the food court. I stared at the tiny, grey pill as it sat in it’s bag. It was jarring, but something about it also brought comfort… maybe my life was about to get easier.

I bough a single Mountain Dew from one of the machines, and sat myself down. I was a bit hesitant about it now that I was so close… I held the bag up to my face, eyeing the SQUIP.

“Well, little guy, I guess we’re doing this…” I told it. I twisted the cap off the soda, and unzipped the bag.

There was no turning back now…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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WIP Wednesday 6/23/2021

Remember when I said I was writing a fanfiction about Toadette from the Mario series being a protagonist and hero?

Alrighty now! A WIP Wednesday that has nothing to do with Miraculous or Lukanette.

Writing for the Mario series is actually one of my favorite things to write about because I like writing Saturday morning cartoon scenarios...I just don’t come up with ideas that often.

This fanfic will also contain Goombella and Bombette from the Paper Mario series as Toadette’s best friends. It will also contain Prince Mush who is a minor character from Paper Mario the Thousand Year Door.

So everyone cook your breakfast and brew your morning coffee because it’s time for the Saturday morning special!......Even if it’s Wednesday and the afternoon.....

Enjoy! Apologies for roughness!

When Toadette was 10 years old she would play in the Mushroom Kingdom castle with her best friends Bombette and Goombella while their parents worked at the castle.

It was always a fun time with the girls bouncing on trampolines in the gym and playing with rubber hammers while the maids and butlers raised eyebrows. The three little girls always made sure not to cause too much trouble though, since they did adore Princess Peach, and didn't want Toadsworth to blow up.

Today the maids and butlers were extra busy making the castle look nice because of the arrival of Queen Jolene and Prince Mush from a tiny sub-kingdom quite a distance from here.

"As long as I have my best friends beside me I will protect the kingdom and the handsome prince," Toadette cried.

"We are powerful," Bombette and Goombella cried.

Toadette, Bombette, and Goombella circled around the room and twirled around homemade star rods that glittered.

A toad maid with a purple mushroom cap groaned under her breath and another toad maid with a periwinkle mushroom cap, her twin sister, smiled at the young girls playing.

"Oh Betty, they are so adorable, I wish we had that much fun when we were kids," said the periwinkle toad.

"It's not fun when stuff gets broken Sally," Betty said coldly.

Toadette, Bombette, and Goombella grabbed their rubber hammers next and made large squishing sounds as they hit themselves and the marble floor. Betty groaned under her breath again.

"Toadette, someday you will make a nice maid for the princess," Betty said coldly.

Toadette giggled. "I don't want to be a maid, I want to learn to fight."

Bombette nodded. "We don't want to play second fiddle."

"I want to be a scholar who can also fight," said Goombella.

Betty rolled her eyes.

"That does sound adventurous," said Sally. "As opposed to being a maid."

The three girls went back to playing with their hammers and the squishing noises continued.

"Being a maid is much quieter," Betty whispered in her sister's ear.

One of the male toad servants frantically headed into the room. "Princess Jolene and Prince Mush have arrived! Everyone hurry and hustle."

All the maids and servants finished their work quickly and left for the main hall.

"Come on Sally," said Betty.

Sally smiled at the three girls before leaving with her sister.

"Have fun girls, but also remember we have visitors," Sally said.

The door closed behind them and the three girls sat down for a rest.

"It isn't as fun without the servants and maids," said Bombette.

"I wanted to go to the library anyway," said Goombella.

"Ugh! Not again!" Bombette cried.

Toadette stared at the door. "Maybe we could say hello to the Prince."

Goombella flipped through her tattle log.

"Prince Mush, a shy Prince from a small kingdom, he's around our age," said Goombella.

"His talents include fighting."

Toadette smiled. "Now I am a bit interested."

Of course royal visitors are a bit of an important event, they can't just upset Toadsworth.

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In the throne room an 16 year old Princess Peach awaited aside Toadworth and some royal advisors for Princess Jolene and Prince Mush.

The big doors opened and a tiny slender female toad bowed while her younger brother held on to her arm and stayed closer.

"Welcome, welcome. Young Lord and Lady," said Toadsworth.

"Welcome to the Mushroom Kingdom," said Princess Peach.

"Thank you for your hospitality," said Jolene.

Prince Mush nodded.

"Thank...You…" Prince Mush said softly. "It's wonderful to meet…" Prince Mush paused again. "Princess Peach…"

"Such a timid young master," said Toadworth. "No need to be shy young one."

Jolene patted her brother in the head. "I thank you for helping us with our small kingdom, things haven't been the same since my parents died."

"The pleasure is all ours, your highness," Toadworth said triumphantly. "You are a fine young ruler, but Prince Mush is so young…"

"Perhaps he would like to spend time at the spa, or the library, or the gym." Toadworth said.

Prince Mush smiled slightly when he heard about the gym.

"My brother is very strong, he is showing a lot of talent for his age," said Jolene.

"Prince Mush could spend time with Toadette and the girls," Princess Peach said.

Toadsworth looked flabbergasted. "Spending time with Toadette…There are better ways for the young master to spend his time."

Princess Peach hushed Toadsworth. "As Princess I don't get to spend time with my friends often, I barely get to see Daisy…"

Toadsworth cleared his throat. "Anyway, will the guards take the young master to the gym?"

As Prince Mush was being escorted by the guards he couldn't help but stare at the castle in awe, but he didn't notice Toadette and her friends looking from the corner at the Toad prince.

"He is being guarded strictly, we shouldn't bother him," said Goombella.

"I wanted to spend time in the garden anyway," said Bombette.

Toadette didn't stir a bit.

"Toadette?" Bombette said.

"Huh?" Toadette said.

Toadette quickly shook her head. "Yeah let's go."

Goombella smirked. "I think Toadette is interested."

Toadette looked away. "Maybe a little."

"Well we should at least say hi," said Goombella.

Bombette jittered. "We can't get in trouble with Toadsworth."

Goombella shook her head. "But I heard Princess Peach suggest we keep him company and become friends."

"Yeah!" The three girls triumphantly cried.

~~~~~~

Prince Mush had to admit that Peach's castle had a nice big training gym that had a relaxing feel to it.

The prince got on the gym mat and stretched a bit before doing some fencing stances and jabs but then he sighed.

"I wish I had someone else to play with," the prince said.

The three girls cracked the double door slightly and peaked at Prince Mush practicing his fighting stance.

Toadette blinked a few times, her black eyes glowed.

"Wow…" Toadette said softly.

Goombella smirked. "Toadette, you know he's a prince."

Toadette gave a sideways glance. "And?"

"You should go talk to him!" Bombette said, a bit too loud.

Toadette was a bit flustered and shushed Bombette. Then the pink toad sat by the door.

"But he's a prince and I am just a regular toad girl," Toadette whispered. "It may not matter if Toadsworth gets grumpy again but I wouldn't want to disappoint the princess."

The girls took another glance at Prince Mush who swung a toy sword around listlessly.

"He looks a bit lonely though," Bombette said.

"So we should at least say hello!" Goombella said. "The prince won't be able to resist spunky pretty girls like us! Especially you Toadette."

Toadette blushed but then she shook her head and tried to lead her friends in the other direction. The pink toad grabbed Goombella by the foot and Bombette by her winder.

"Come on you two, the library sounds nice right now," Toadette said.

"No! We are girls of courage!" Goombella cried as she tried to resist Toadette’s grip.

"I think we need a fun party!" Bombette cried.

Bombette broke free and gained control of her winder.

"Wait don't!" Toadette cried.

It was a way for Bombette and the other girls to get disciplined quick. The pink bob-omg wounded up quickly until the the braided rope on her head sizzled to nothing.

Bombette flew up to the ceiling in an explosion of smoke and confetti that caused the double doors to fly open loudly enough for servants to hear.

"Wooo-hooo!!!" The pink bob-omb cried in triumph as she spun in the air and struck a pose.

Toadette froze in horror, she was covered in puffy white smoke and confetti as Goombella jumped around the smoke and confetti cheering.

"Yeah! Yeah! Now that's a way to make entrance!" Goombella cried while jumping for joy.

Bombette fell to the ground with a plop as Goombella continued to happily jump around.

"That was fun!" Bombette cried. "Let's do that again but with a canon!"

"The entire Mushroom Kingdom will be surprised!" Goombella said.

Prince Mush was stunned to see a random confetti explosion from a female bob-bomb.

Toadette snapped out of it and frankly brushed away smoke and confetti.

"We're really sorry!" Toadette cried.

Prince Mush started laughing and the three girls were shocked.

"Don't be sorry, that was fun!" Prince Mush said.

Toadette couldn't help but smile at the prince's laugh. He had a cute blonde curl of hair and pink polka dot mushroom cap and wore dark blue royal attire.

"Toadworth might just throw a fit!" Bombette cried.

Just then Toadette snapped out of her trance. "Oh no! What if Toadsworth throws us in prison?!" She cried.

"Don't worry," Prince Mush insisted. "I can help!"

The guards, Toadsworth, and Queen Jolene rushed into the gym when servants cried for help.

Toadsworth was frantically asking what happened to disturb the peaceful castle but Prince Mush was calm and collected.

"Miss Bombette was just welcoming me with confetti, it was very thoughtful," Prince Mush said.

Toadette couldn't help but notice how polite he was for a young prince.

"She and Miss Goombella and Miss Toadette just wanted to make sure I am welcomed. The Mushroom Kingdom is such a thoughtful kingdom," Prince Mush said.

Toadsworth sighed. "Alright then, but the mess should be cleaned."

The servants got on that immediately.

Toadsworth turned to the three girls. "It appears that you decided to keep the young Prince company. I hope you realize what a big responsibility that is."

"The prince should have fun with kids his age," Toadette said.

"Yes," Toadsworth said. "But this is also a responsibility I give to you girls. Since as rambunctious as you young misses are, the three of you have big noble hearts."

Goombella smirked. "We won't let you down, Toadsworth!"

"We never let Master Toadsworth down!" Bombette said doing a happy jump.

Toadsworth wiped sweat off his forehead.

"Not when it matters!" Bombette said.

"Maybe the mature prince will be a good influence on you girls," Toadsworth muttered.

Prince Mush gave a reassuring smile. "I am sure they will be great friends, Master Toadsworth."

"You are too kind young Prince," Toadsworth said. "Now if you may excuse me!"

Toadsworth and some servants rushed out on other business and the three girls and the prince were left in the gym while the servants continued cleaning up

Toadette smiled at Prince Mush.

"Thank you for covering for us," Toadette said.

"It was my pleasure," Prince Mush said.

Toadette was stunned to hear the young prince speak in such a polite way as a adult would. Yes he was a prince but he was also the same age as her.

"So, would you like to play with us?" Bombette asked. "The gym isn't fun by yourself."

"But there is also the library," Goombella said. "The Mushroom Kingdom Castle Library is the best in the world."

Toadette thought for a moment. "I think we should go to the garden."

Prince Mush smirked. "Those all sound like good ideas."

"Hold on," Prince Mush said. "I forgot to introduce myself formally."

Prince Mush bowed. "My name is Prince Mush, Prince of Tinyshroom Kingdom."

Goombella took out her tattle log and flipped through the pages.

"Tinyshroom Kingdom the little sister kingdom to the Mushroom Kingdom. Young Queen Jolene and Prince Mush are rulers," Goombella said.

Prince Mush was stunned and Toadette and Bombette giggled.

"Goombella is the best student," Bombette said.

"I am always here to help," Goombella said with a wink.

Bombette did an excited bounce. "And I am always here for parties."

Toadette smiled at her two best friends and then to the prince.

"And I am going to be a fighter someday, who can go on adventures and save people," Toadette smiled.

Prince Mush was glowing, something that the pink toad thought was enchanting.

"That's great!" Prince Mush said.

Toadette smiled. "Really?" He actually thought that being a female fighter wasn’t an outrageous idea, unlike all the adults.

"Yes Really," Prince Mush said.

Toadette was too surprised to speak. Bombette and Goombella whispered and giggled from behind.

"My favorite TV show is Magical Princess Fighter," Prince Mush.

Toadette, Goombella, and Bombette gasped.

"It's my favorite show as well!" Toadette cried.

"Our favorite show!" Goombella cried.

"We should watch it together at one point!" Bombette said.

Prince Mush was overwhelmed by the options to play with his new friends.

"Well first I would love to look at the castle library if you girls will join me," Prince Mush said.

Toadette smiled. "Sure, that would be great."

The girls were overjoyed and Toadette's heart fluttered as her black eyes had a new sparkle in them, something that didn't go unnoticed by Goombella and Bombette.

Goombella and Bombette playfully pushed Toadette's shoulders before turning back to the prince.

"I am glad you asked!" Goombella said. "You'll find the best books there!"

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