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jiminrings · 3 years

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what happened to mc after that?? JUNGKOOK I WILL WHOOP YO FUCKING ASS

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

the aftermath of stem koo breaking senior!y/n's heart

"do you need anything from us?"

yoongi asks you for the fifth time in the twenty minutes you've been home, heart breaking from the inside out when you haven't moved a single inch

he is begging that the thing you need from him and jin is to go beat j*ngkook up

HE CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS NAME WITHOUT BEING ANGRY AT HIM!!!!!!!

anything. anything to atleast make you sleep in peace tonight.

or them honestly,, either way

your body's facing the backrest of the couch and maybe that's for the better, because that way, seokjin won't feel the need to cry looking at the coldest person he's known to be openly vulnerable

you're still wearing your jersey!!! your stained dirty jersey that you've been in for the past three hours and the reason that it's still wet was that you've been using it to wipe your tears all the way to the dorm

"no. i'll be alright."

you mumble for the fifth time out of the five times you've been asked, and yoongi just has to grapple at his fist because he knows that being frustrated wouldn't help

you are the fURTHEST thing from okay

to be honest, it was only a miracle that you told the two of them what happened in the first place

it was in between sobs that you asked them why they were friends with you and they couldn't be anymore dumbfounded

it was in between violent tears that you mentioned hyeji that seokjin looked for a box of tissues because you've been intentionally rubbing your eyes raw

it was in between heaving that you said that no one wants to go the extra mile for me that yoongi started holding your cheeks and trying to get you to breathe with him in his panic too

it was in between hiccups that you uttered that no one wants to walk me home and that's when both of yoongi's and seokjin's throats started tightening, the dots hazy yet aligning nonetheless

it was in silence when you told that jungkook said that no one likes me, and that's when out of the three of you in the room – you're the one who's the calmest.

"okay. i'll bring you a blanket."

yoongi leaves it at that, standing from his spot on the floor to walk over to the kitchen where the blankets cLEARLY aren't there

no one really prepared yoongs for this

no one really is

there isn't a manual on how to act when the dearest friend that you have is crying their guts out for the first time

he can't explain his close bond with you and he's always seen you as his platonic girlfriend!!! his platonic girlfriend who has a bond with him that's closer than a sister's, more understanding than a mother's, and the utter admiration more than a friend's

you r literally yoongi's (platonic) soulmate and he would die on that hill

he would rather subject himself to torture via having to stay in a freshman's dorm equipped with the de facto led strip lights everyday!!! every single day, than to see you like this :(((

"what do you have on the bitch?" yoongi doesn't spare his words when he sits on the kitchen stool next to jin's figure

the dude is sTANDING and that means business

jin doesn't feel a single ounce of regret fetching his work laptop and scrolling through the files and tabs he has on every single student on campus, eyes only looking for one lee hyeji that's contributed to your anguish rn

jungkook is atleast 3/4 in this equation and seokjin will get to him of course

no one makes his emotional support best friend cry and nOT pay the consequences for it!!!!

in another life, vincenzo cassano's character is based on seokjin and the events in his life that definitely happened >:(

"she's daddy's money. can't fucking believe that sHE'S representing the school," he sighs in genuine annoyance, but not loud enough to pique your attention as he turns the screen so yoongi could clearly see her headshots, "must be a diversity hire. every university needs a fucking bimbo, apparently."

you see,,, yoongi would've SNORTED at that but now is not the time!!! he is still planning discreet retribution to avenge you!!!!

jin lets yoongi look at hyeji's entire file, wanting to get even the smallest bits even if the information he's taking in is against his will

he'll immediately delete whatever he learns about her right after it's served its purpose

"just messaged the faculty groupchat," seokjin himself didn't imagine the words coming out from his lips determinedly, but he knows that he's willing to do anything for the sake of this, "been crushing on jeon ever since the start of last semester. philosophy professor thinks it's because he once saw jungkook lending her a pen when they were in the topic of soulmates."

jesus christ

now THAT'S just annoying ://

this

whatever this is

seokjin and yoongi don't know what they're digging all this information for

they don't know what this unspoken plan is for, or if they even have a plan in the first place

if jin were to tell the faculty gc about this???

absolute mayhem

but he knows for a fact that they'd hate star student jungkook easily within a tap of a finger

the philosophy prof would lose all sense of rationality and reasoning and INSTANTLY point to jungkook as an asshole!!! no questions asked!!!! no elaborations!!!!

"i could get jeon eliminated from all the academic listings he's in."

jin pipes in at the silence that he and yoongi share, both listless in this situation that they never expected to encounter with you

"i could always spread a rumor and make him unlikeable."

yoongi toys with the rings that he wears, a heavy exhale tearing away from him

they could think of a thousand other ways to get back at jungkook!!! they literally can

seokjin knows a contract guy who leaves shredded paper with his contract's initials written on red ink (for a base fee of three dollars, he can switch up the ink for you!!!) right next to their side on the bed

yoongi knows a guy whose modus operandi is to discreetly follow people, have subliminals playing in the background (for an extra fee of ten dollars, he'll use wireless bass-boosted speakers), and continue doing so until the desired message is achieved!!!!

none of the people they have connections to could employ the same amount of pain he's caused on you

there's literally nothing that could hit home with jungkook besides you.

but there's no way to do that and even in your state of anger and sadness tHEN utter vulnerability, you can't even really think of hurting jungkook in the way he did

because you know and yoongi knows and seokjin knows and everyone knows that you aren't the type to wish ill

you admit that sometimes you're unavailable but you don't want that to be an asshole-reason to make everyone else around you suffer in the same way you do

the people around you aren't your shock absorbers!!!! that's why you hang out a teddy bear on your doorknob when you're mad so that neither yoongi or jin would have the possibility to be caught in your rage

that's why you call for a break when your soccer team is out of their game and make everyone drink their electrolytes before they speak to you!!!!

that's why you have the old heart of your even older build-a-bear stuffie in your pocket, one of the only reminders that your childhood even happened, one that you'd squeeze between your fingers in any remotely anxious instances that you find yourself in

jungkook's words hit home and it put you into a spiral if you even had one in the first place

your parents divorced when you were young and it's just that,,, no one from the two of them wanted you because you were the reminder of the other parent

you're a place marker for when a commitment started and ended and god did it make you grow up quickly

your aunt raised you!!!! she's an angel and she's the maternal figure in your life that you'd always be grateful for

you love her all the same and as much as you didn't wanna relate yourself to your parents in the same way that they don't, the feelings of being unliked hit you ever so often

lol it's quite a dashing mindset you have but you can't see any other interpretation you should employ

you leave before they could leave you.

it's not really as dramatic as it sounds

BUT IT COULD BE

there's always obligatory groupchats for projects and you're the first one to leave it instead of awkwardly waiting out for the conversation to dwindle and then leave one by one

when you and yoongi argue, you leave before he attempts to get the last word in

when jin is about to ask if you want to split the bill, you're already putting more than half of your share on the table

it's a nagging feeling of not wanting be unwanted in every situation you're in, but you aren't all that sure of wHAT you'd do to be liked

the only thing you could think of are lunchboxes, and even that gets taken away from you.

does no one really like you??

you're shifting in your position before you know it and the lone sound makes jin and yoongs come to your side immediately, looking at you in concern

you're looking up and you could just fEEL your eyes are puffy and even the light's hurting them

"i need to sleep."

"o-oh! m'kay, sure. i'll carry you to bed, let's go," seokjin wastes no time in responding, about to hook his arms underneath you when you repeat yourself again

you only chuckle but it's the driest and most painful they've ever heard, wincing when they can hear how breathless it was

"no. i mean i need to sleep."

jin blinks once

yoongi blinks twice

right

they get it now

you don't want to sleep, and you really can't, but you need it

"i'll get it!!" jin volunteers to grab what you need, leaving yoongi with you

oh god you could fEEL that he's going to cry

what a big baby ://

seokjin comes bearing the joint :D

he's about to light it for you because he knows that three specific short hits would lull you to slumber then knock you out cold for like a day lmao

he minored in chemistry actually but he cAN'T explain shit on why that's your body's reaction

you're all-good for literally anything besides three short hits lmao

yoongi was about to scold jin because he lights it and tHEN he's the one who takes the first drag, but there's an assuring wave of his hand

how romantic

jin just blew you a heart

they can't get anything from you besides the slight crinkling from your eyes but they don't mind at all — your eyes are atleast one degree less sad

you take your turn and even pass it to yoongi but he rEFUSES,,,,, not the least bit dejected that he decided not to because he wants to watch over you instead and not see every inanimate object with cartoon eyes on them while watching over you

"bake her a cookie if in case she suddenly gets hungry in the middle of her sleep. sneak a carrot in it or something," jin reminds yoongi and he's sERIOUS about the recipe, holding you in tow as he makes the way to your room

yoongi's about to break out the bowls, freezing in his steps when he hears the doorbell frantically ring

oh god

the ONE time that they didn't plug the door with a wet towel and now it's probably the hall manager outside about to do an inspection

that is not..... the hall monitor

that is a fucking asshole

jungkook's been pacing on his heels, his knocking loud enough to wake up the entire hallway at this point

he's SWEATING and he's not even wearing his hoodie

the door finally opens and the words start tumbling out of his mouth

"good evening. i-i wanna explain myself and-..."

that is not,,,,, you

it's his senior that he's disrespected probably too many times

yoongi leans to the door, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face that the junior's never seen before

"you ever had a sandwich before, jungkook?"

"w-what?"

the younger boy stammers, his eyes following yoongi's actions of looking behind him out of worry and then going outside to join him by closing the door softly without noise

yoongi only snorts, not even sure if he's up for conversation

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

"the one that's all knuckle?"

#WHAT DO WE THINK BESTIES :D WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au #jungkook angst #jungkook angst imagine

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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🌙 hey y'all! we're almost at the very end of march so here's this month's reading list, to show some appreciation to all the amazing writers on this site. seriously, you're all absolute angels!

🌙 all the fics on this list are so incredible, please show these writers some support and reblog them if you enjoy them as much as i did! also a reminder to any minors to heed any 18+ warnings that some of these stories contain!

🌙 and here's last month's reading list in case you missed it!

☁️ the vampire diaries/the originals

↠ clean up by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] very very good elijah characterization and just all around spectacular!!💘 you’ll be seeing me rec a lot more of lauren in the future!!

↠ nsfw alphabet with klaus by @theeoriginals

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] sweet lord this was so steamy and just... 10/10 man. its really that good 🥵

↠ can we make new orleans our paris? by @iliveiloveiwrite

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] when i tell you my heart jumped when reading this!!💖 its just so sweet and fluffy i could die, also millie writes for a ton of other fandoms pls check out her stuff!!

↠ cockwarming with klaus by @nikmikaelsonswife

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] read this for the second time and it still made me all 🥵🥵 bc goddamn who doesn’t want a klaus in their bed?

↠ eternity isn’t long enough by @imkylotrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] absolutely beautiful, gorgeous writing style and such a warm happy ending, exactly what i needed💗

↠ remember me by @fieldsofmoonshine

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] one of very few fics that actually made me cry, this is so horribly sad but beautiful at the same time💔

↠ for the quiet days in the the quarter by @klausownsmyass

[kol mikaelson x reader, headcanon, fluff] absolutely hilarious platonic prankster kol content i will not say any more, just read this😂

↠ prophetess by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] this was so beautifully written!! i was sure it was going to be angsty as hell and it was, but fortunately there is a happy ending😌 lauren never misses, i’m telling you!!

↠ the club by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] gentleman elijah content, we truly love to see it😌 go check out annie’s masterlist (and also follow her bc she just hit a milestone!!)

↠ the notebook by @fieldsofmoonshine

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] absolutely adored this one, i don’t want to say anything so as to not spoil it so pls just trust me on this and read this one!!💘

↠ payback pt 2 by @mayans-sauce

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, smut] oh my god oh my god i remember this one broke my brain lmao it was almost too steamy and good😂😭

↠ you and i by TheSushiMonster

[bonnie bennett x enzo st john, series] found this gem on ao3, don’t think the author is on tumblr but it’s a series of bonenzo drabbles and they are all absolutely incredible and beautifully written. this was published in 2017 but dont let that stop you from leaving all the kudos and comments!!💓

↠ keeping secrets by @imaginearyparties

[davina claire x marcel gerard, drabble] ilana, all of your content is simply top-tier but i must say this might be my favorite that you’ve ever done💖 we are truly starved of davina x marcel content and you are our saviour😌

↠ elijah mikaelson imagine by @alwaysfangirlingish

[elijah mikaelson x reader, drabble, fluff] an adorable little thing about elijah proposing to his girlfriend, absolutely adorable pls go read!!💗

☁️ marvel cinematic universe

↠ the cracks in our reality by @divine-mistake

[loki x reader, ongoing series] i really had to restrain myself from just putting your entire masterlist on here, but let’s start with tcor. i cannot rave on about this series enough, it is so wonderfully written and loki’s characterization and inner voice in this is like one of the best i’ve ever read. if you are a loki stan and not reading this, you’re missing out big time!!!💞

↠ deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] the other fic on this list that actually made me cry😭 i was so, so moved by this story, it’s so painful and real and beautiful and UGH you are so talented how??

↠ the servant and the prince by @dizzydancingdreamer

[loki x reader, ongoing series] okay i am very behind on reading this but i adored chapter one so much!! as if i didn’t love soulmate aus enough, you went and added a cinderella theme to the story?? its outrageously good and i’ve only read chapter 1. pls everyone read dizzy’s story she is absolutely darling and so talented!!💖

↠ peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy

[bucky barnes x reader, series] i didn’t really care for the dad’s best friend au before this series came into my life 😭😂 (mostly) filthy goodness, and i absolutely love it

↠ i like you better, than anything else in the sky by @ritesofreverie

[sam wilson x reader, one shot, smut] my underrated king!!💖 i loved this, it was so sexy and sweet at the same time. he could really do whatever he wanted to me lmfao, thank you for providing us with delicious sam content😌

↠ groupie love by @burninmatches

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, smut] this is the first time i’ve ever read a rockstar!bucky au but god is it good!! so well written, so undeniably hot and i hate that i love how smug and douchey bucky is in this one😭😂

↠ oasis by @bubblebuckys

[bucky barnes x reader, drabble, smut] when i tell you this made me gasp... i’m not even joking, this was just pure filthy goodness and i am so here for it🥴

↠ knife talk by @tripleyeeet

[loki x reader, one shot, fluff] so cute and honestly so funny, i love that loki wasn’t mad at her either however i will not stand for the bucky slander lmao i refuse to believe he’s a bad kisser😂😭

↠ debt-free by @stormquill

[tony stark x reader, series] i’ve recently been on a bit of a tony streak and this,,, this really hits the spot🥴 only read the first chapter but i can’t wait to read the rest!!

↠ study date by @wand3ringr0s3

[peter parker x reader, one shot, fluff] i love my spidey so much and this is just such a cute fic!! like i was yearning for it to be real the whole time💘

☁️ chris evans + his characters

↠ you won’t play, you’re no fun by @gyllenhaalstories

[chris evans x reader, one shot, smut] professor!chris absolutely owns this 🐱 that man could order me around all day every day and you know i would obey him💀

↠ little doves don’t cry by @ritesofreverie

[steve rogers x reader x andy barber, one shot, smut] excuse me this was so fucking hot and for what. for what. who thought it would be a good idea to put a steve and andy 3some fantasy in my head😐

☁️ miscellaneous

↠ air conditioning universe by @darthamidalas

[javier peña x reader, series] honestly can’t believe i only found this series like 2 days ago but i’m so glad i did bc it’s some of the best writing for peña that i’ve ever read, no joke!!💗

↠ settle by @duskholland

[tom holland x reader, one shot, smut] i already love tom... add a mob au and i’m an absolute goner. this was genuinely so fucking hot and i can’t deal with it i can’t😩

lastly, thank you to everyone here for sharing your stories with us! the world is so much better with wonderful fanfiction authors like yourselves in it 💖 i am immensely grateful to all of you! xx tay

#elijahs-wife reading list #march reading list #pls reblog all these amazing stories!!#give them the recognition they deserve!!#also i hope all the links i didnt check every single one

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laviefantasie · 3 years

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140160 Hours

Pairings: Alive!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader

Summary: What if ever since you were born in your wrist you had tattoed the counted time till' you met your soul mate?

| MASTERLIST |

According to the internet, a soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. This may involve similarity, love, romance, platonic relationships, comfort, intimacy, sexuality, sexual activity, spirituality, compatibility and trust.

That is why the numbers on your wrist that counted down the time until you met your soulmate were important. Everybody was born with them.

And you weren’t the exception. As soon as you were born the numbers 140160 hrs had been engraved in your right wrist.

The numbers changing as you grew up.

You didn’t believe much on the soulmate deal. How could something so so random as a number in your wrist decide who you spent the rest of your life with?

Your mom and dad certainly were a good example of why it wouldn’t work. Soulmates or not, life can still throw its punches at you and your parents weren’t able to fight through them together.

When your wrist had the numbers 61320 hrs engraved on it your parents filed their divorce, your mom taking your full custody.

That definitely made you not look forward to finding your soulmate, especially after you saw how it had affected your parents.

Because even when their decision had been the right one —the constant fighting you had grown around of not being your best memories— it had made them lose a part of themselves.

Their souls yearning for the other’s warmth to feel —to be— complete.

That was the problem with meeting your soulmate, once you did the before didn’t exist anymore.

As soon as you met them, that part of you that had been longing for them, waiting for them, wakes up not allowing you to imaging life without the other.

You didn’t want that.

You were fine with your life as it was, concentrating on what you were truly passionate about: your music.

Who needed a soulmate?

You stared at both of your best friends in front of you in disbelief. Since you had met your next-door neighbor, Julie Molina, when you were nine you both had become instant friends.

Both of you had a love for music and Julie’s mom, Rose, made sure to teach you both everything she knew about it.

That is why your friendship with Julie had grown so much, both of you soon joined to the hip.

Your friendship with Carrie, on the other hand, was due to your mom being her dad’s producer. You had basically known the strawberry blonde your whole life.

Yet, somehow, you had never noticed the way the number on either of their wrists was changing as the day you had decided on introducing each other got closer.

And that’s why right now you found yourself staring with wide eyes at both your best friends, who stared at the 0 engraved on their wrists in awe.

“I... I was not expecting this” you whisper.

Your words are enough to make Carrie snap out of her daze and smile at Julie, with a special glint in her brown eyes.

“I-I am Carrie” she smiles sweetly at the hispanic.

Julie blushes under the other girl’s stare, “I’m J-Julie”

You roll your eyes before excusing yourself, going to sit on the stool on the cafeteria’s counter deciding they should have this time to properly meet each other.

At the end of the day, you only met your soulmate once.

You stare at them across the room, seeing how their smiles are a little bigger and their eyes a little brighter as they stare at one another.

How did that happen? Was it the sole fact that they knew they were in front of their soulmate what caused that effect?

What made meeting your soulmate such a life changing event? Was it because of the way the people talk about it? What made meeting your soulmate so different from meeting someone else other than the fact that you knew they were —somehow— destined to be with you?

Your e/c eyes move to your right wrist, the numbers 35040 hrs engraved on it in a black bold handwriting.

Was it weird that you dreaded the moment you met him or her? Was it weird that you wanted to date other people and decide by yourself who you wanted to be with?

You were just twelve years old, you couldn’t imagine yourself meeting someone and just knowing you wanted to be by that person’s side for your whole life.

That was just nonsense.

You found yourself running to the music room with Flynn and Carrie by your sides, Julie just having sent an SOS text to meet her there.

That had gotten the three best friends out of their seats in their Algebra class, ignoring your teacher’s protests, and running to the class you all liked to fool around so much in.

You were expecting to find the brunette crying her heart out or for her to be anxiously pacing around the room, you were definitely not expecting to see her jumping in excitement.

“I have a band!”

Her words made the three of you go from being confused to jumping in excitement with her, knowing the girl had been having a hard time with music since her mother died.

All of you had it hard, neither knowing how to live in a world without the mentoring and warmth of Rose Molina, but you all had been strong to be Julie’s rock. God knows how hard it had to be for her.

So they were definitely trill to hear that the girl they loved so much was finally happy again.

Carrie soon pulling her girlfriend in for a sweet kiss, before all of them soon tackle the Molina in a group hug.

Julie Molina had been fifteen when she had lost her mom. She had been fifteen the last time she had sung. It was after a year that Y/N had finally helped the brunette find her way to music again after finding a song her mother wrote for her when finally cleaning the studio —as neither of the Molina’s felt they could do it— so Mr. Molina could take pictures for the state agent.

Needless to say, once Julie heard about the song she couldn’t stay away from music anymore.

She sang.

After that, the girl had slowly started to come back to them. Now? Now she seemed to be back completely as she explained to them how is it she now had a band.

Apparently, you weren’t the only reason why she had decided to sing again. She had met a boy named Luke in the diner you guys love.

Said boy had been writing a song when —without meaning to— Julie had seen what he was writing and had helped him out on a verse he was working on.

She hadn’t meant to do it, it had just happened.

But that had made Luke follow her around, annoying her until she admitted she used to do music. After that, Reggie and Alex —the other boys of the band and apparently Luke’s best friends— had join Luke in trying to remind her what she loved about music.

The passion in the way they talked about music had awakened Julie’s curiosity for it, and when Y/N told her about the song she couldn’t resist.

She had been meeting with Luke to write songs behind their backs, Carrie scoffing in jealousy at that, before the boys had asked her to join Sunset Curve.

“We’re gonna change the band’s name though” admits the latina “A lot of things have changed for them, one of their bandmates left with Luke’s songs before they met me and that messed up with their sound”

“What about Julie and her Ghosts? Can’t believe you kept these guys a secret”

Julie noticing the jealous tone in her girlfriend’s voice, smiles before holding the strawberry blonde’s hand. Carrie soon smiling happily.

“I’m sorry I kept them from you” she apologizes “I’ve just been wanting to see if it’d work first, didn’t want to get all of your hopes up for nothing”

Flynn sighs before smiling towards her best friend, “It’s okay, Jules. When can we meet them then?”

“Today is the day you meet the ghosts” she smiles excitedly “Afterschool at the studio, that okay?”

You share a look with Carrie and Flynn before nodding with a smile.

“Let’s meet Julie and her Phantoms”

Unknowingly, to you your right wrist now had the numbers 6 hrs 37 mins on it, the exact amount of time before you’d find yourself walking through the white doors of Julie’s studio.

You had decided to stop looking at your wrist as soon as you had turned sixteen, making sure to cover it with as many bracelets as you could to avoid looking at it by mistake.

You didn’t want a soulmate.

Carrie, Flynn and Y/N were riding their bikes to Julie’s house while talking about how they thought the guys looked.

You all had agreed to meet to go to Julie’s house at 4 o’clock after going to your own homes to change clothes and were happily making your way to the place you had all once loved.

The three of you were excited to be on the studio again, you had even brought with you your songbook. You were excited to show Julie the songs you had written.

It had been so long since she had read your songs. Hopefully, you’d both be writing songs together again.

“I’m pretty sure they’re hot”

Flynn’s comment makes you and Carrie laugh out loud before coming to a stop in front of the Molina’s home. The three of you throwing your bikes on their yard.

“I’m serious! I’m thinking we’re about to see some well done boys in there, we should probably stop to check we’re presentable enough”

“Flynn, we’re already late to Julie’s band rehearsal” Carrie points out “No time to stop”

You feel your wrist tingle weirdly as you position yourself in front of your best friends while walking backwards to the studio.

Not knowing your wrist was tingling because the numbers on it were going down.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16...

“And if I may add, I believe we’re already looking quite hot” You smirk teasingly at them “As a matter of fact”

You’re almost at the studio, as the sound of an unknown melody becomes louder with every step you give.

15, 14, 13, 12, 11...

“I think they’re not ready for us” You state sassily “And they’re teenagers, how hot can they be?”

Flynn and Carrie stop, so you do too. The one with braids widening her eyes at the sight behind you.

“I think very very hot”

10, 9, 8, 7...

Seeing Carrie nod her head in agreement, you turn around to see what they mean. You e/c eyes finding Julie’s figure as she sings her heart out, oblivious to the three new arrivals.

Your heart start thumping loudly in your chest as your wrist starts tingling even more, which weirds you out but you choose to ignore it. Not noticing the way the guitarists looks weirded out too as he tries to keep his focus on the song they’re playing.

Your eyes soon move towards the blond drummer before going to the dark-haired bass player.

6, 5, 4, 3...

You admire them for a while before moving your eyes to the lead guitarist, your breath coming out quicker against your control.

Black vans, black ripped jeans with chains on them, black Rolling Stone’s sleeveless t-shirt, different colored bracelets on his wrists and many rings on his hand.

2...

Your eyes go from well built arms to shaggy brown untamed hair. The guitarist’s head turning as he feels his chest tighten with an unknown feeling.

1...

Luke shakes his head before trying to focus on the song once again, turning around to go back to his microphone stand his eyes find the three new people standing by the studio’s doors.

His bright green eyes soon meeting enchanting e/c eyes.

Luke’s hand stops playing abruptly, the rest of the band member stopping in confusion as the sound of the guitar fades.

Though Julie’s confused look soon becomes an excited one as she sees all of you by the doors.

“Girls!”

She runs excitedly towards you three, grabbing your hands not noticing the way your eyes don’t leave the ones of the green-eyed boy.

The tingling on both of your wrists gone.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here” she turns to the boys with a smile “Guys, these intruders are the bestest of friends in the whole world”

She points to all of you, “That is Carrie, my better half, that is Flynn, and this one over here is Y/N”

She then turns to the three girls, Carrie being the first to notice your wide eyes, “Girls, this Alex, Reggie, and Luke. Julie and the Phantoms, name credits go to you, Y/N/N”

“Y/N/N, you okay?”

Carrie’s question has your best friends looking towards you in worry, Alex and Reggie soon asking the same thing to a frozen Luke.

Though, it is Julie the one that notices the way your left hand grips your right wrist tightly. Getting close enough to you to pull your hand away and move your many bracelets.

A gasp escapes her as she graces at the black bold 0 on it.

Her brown eyes look towards your surprised ones as you still stare at Luke, not knowing exactly what is it you feel at that moment.

Reggie, being filled with curiosity, copies Julie’s actions with Luke. An awestruck look on his face as soon as he sees the 0 etched on his skin.

That seems to snap the guitarist from his shock, his green eyes moving towards his wrist in wonder.

As soon as you find yourself free from his gaze, you move your hand away from Julie and run out of the studio.

“Y/N!”

You ignore Julie’s screams for you and hop on your bike before pedaling to your house. Your heart beating loudly in your chest as you feel... empty.

Your eyes hadn’t become brighter and your smile hadn’t grown.

You hadn’t felt all the things they had ever told you you’d feel. All you had felt was fear. Fear of having a soulmate, fear of not knowing how to talk to said soulmate, fear of not being able to connect with said person.

A few days had passed since you had run out of Julie’s band rehearsal and you hadn’t bother to go see Julie when the band was there.

Your best friends trying to make you talk to Luke yet still supportive when you stated you weren’t ready. You wanted to believe it was because they understood but something told you it was because said boy probably didn’t want to see you just yet too.

That’s why you weren’t worried when you agreed to study with Julie that day, both of you finishing your assignments in record time before proceeding to look through your songs.

“These are amazing, Y/N/N” she smiles sweetly after finishing reading the song you never got to finish “Have you shown me this one before though? I feel like I’ve already read it”

You shake your head confused, you hadn’t shown that song to anyone. You had written it a long time ago when you had felt incredibly alone and had, for the first time, wished for you soulmate.

You hadn’t been able to finish it and soon you had forgotten it existed. Until a few days ago, meeting your —apparent— soulmate had made you look for the song.

You wanted to finish it but couldn’t for some reason.

“Never, Jules” she looks at you confused “Anyways, I had an idea for a piano intro for the first verse that I wanted to run by you first”

“Sure, just let me go upstairs to bring my stuff. And probably some snacks”

You nod your head before watching her leave. You sigh before gazing at the unfinished lyrics in your songbook annoyed.

Since when was finishing a song such a hard task?

With a scoff, you stand up from the couch and move to the piano with your songbook in hand. Soon accommodating yourself to start playing the song, hoping that would help you snap out of whatever writer’s block you had and finish it.

Softly, the chords you had in mind are played by you before your voice sings the first verse.

“Sometimes I think I'm falling down

I wanna cry, I'm callin' out

For one more try to feel alive”

Without your knowledge, a certain green-eyed boy stopped outside of the studio as soon as he heard you.

“And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home”

You look at the lyrics with a narrowed gaze before trying out the first words that come to mind when the memory of a pair of green eyes come to mind.

“Fight through the dark

And... find the spark”

The boy sneaks a glance at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he remembers the unfinished song in his black songbook.

The song he had started writing after a fight with her mom concerning the band. He had felt so sad that he had yearn the comfort of someone who understood his pain without knowing it.

You stop playing then let out a frustrated groan as you come out with nothing to add before making your way to your —incomplete— chorus.

“Life is a risk but I will take it

Close my eyes and jump”

Your eyes snap to the owner of the unknown voice, finding the green eyes you had been dreading —yet longing— to see.

You see him struggling for what to come next, finding you actually know what would go right after what he had just sung.

“Together I think that we can make it”

He looks at you in surprise before smiling and singing the end of what would be your song’s pre-chorus.

“Come on, let's run”

Neither of you move, both of you staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Julie, who had just arrived with snacks, quietly leaves you both knowing you were just about to realize why you were soulmates.

Luke coughs as a blush makes its way to his face before moving towards his songbook —the reason he had come to the studio in the first place— on his guitar’s amp.

You watch him quietly, him soon making his way towards you hesitating before taking a sit besides you on the piano.

You ignore the loud thumping of your heart as you feel your knees touch his.

His green eyes find your e/c ones before he opens his songbook, holding it out to you once he finds the song he wants to show you.

Bright

In times that I doubted myself

I felt likе I needed some help

Stuck in my hеad with nothing left

I feel something around me now

So unclear...

Life is a risk but I will take it

Close my eyes and jump

Come on, let's run

And rise through the night

Bright forever

And rise through the night

Bright forever

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you finally understand what’s written in his awful handwriting. The lyrics and melody matching your song perfectly.

You, wordlessly, push your songbook towards him, Luke soon reading it in wonder.

“How do you feel about Julie and the Phantoms getting a new song?”

It was safe to say that it was that night that you finally understood why all the fuzz going around about soulmates.

As Luke and you worked Bright together your eyes shined brighter and your smile never disappeared from your face. You had never felt so complete in your whole life.

And staring at the boyish grin on the brunette’s face as you finished singing the newly finish soon-to-be hit of the band, you couldn’t help but think that maybe —just maybe— having a soulmate wasn’t so bad.

#luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke jatp #sunset curve #charlie gillespie

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juyeoniemyhoney · 4 years

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a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

You love Jungkook. You’ve always known that much. But after living under the same roof for a year, you finally realise that your love for Jungkook is not at all platonic but in all ways romantic. Your feelings only build as another year passes and finally, one grocery run later, you tell him how you feel. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t end well.

-pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

-genre: angst, just angst all the way.

-warnings: swearing, Jungkook’s a little bit of an ass in this one

-word count: 3775 words

-A/N: hii this is my first time posting on tumblr but i’ve been writing since like 2016 lol. i hope you like this depressing imagine and stay tuned for more imagines that are coming soon. also, i don’t really even like the ending and i feel like i dragged this out wayyyy more than i should have but oh well, i hope you enjoy it anyway. please let me know what you think and feel free to leave feedback so that i can improve!

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When you decided to live with your best friend, you should’ve known you were bound to fall in love.

Flashback to senior year of high school. The two of you had miraculously graduated with incredibly average grades. Jungkook got into university solely because of his outstanding performance on the rugby team and you had gotten in thanks to pure luck. Seriously though, that was a really close shave. Anyway, the decision to live together when the two of you realised that you were going to the same university came as easy as a spring breeze.

Which thus began the deterioration of your heart.

Ever since you met Jungkook in your first year of primary school, his big eyes and beaming smile had always tugged at something in your chest. You had never denied this feeling, assuming it was because you love Jungkook, which you did, just platonically. But having to live with Jungkook made you realise that even though you were with him most of the time, you never really wanted to leave his side.

For years, you had denied any thought that maybe you might be in love with Jungkook. But you had taken every single thought by the throat and stuffed it deep, deep down inside you, into the deepest, darkest corners of your being, forgotten and left to rot. Every single time your heart fluttered when you looked at him, every single time your skin tingled when he touched you, every single time your cheeks blushed when he did something for you, you had stopped yourself from feeling those things, those pesky little butterflies in your stomach because Jungkook is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. Even though you know that he always meant more to you than you did to him.

The one thing you dreaded once you realised that you love Jungkook more than a friend, was your monthly grocery run. When the both of you had first bought the flat — which you had only been able to afford thanks to Jungkook’s kind, high-rolling parents — you had both agreed to always go grocery shopping together, no matter what. You’re not really sure how this agreement came about, but at the time, it didn’t really matter to you because Jungkook was just Jungkook then.

But now that Jungkook is Jungkook, your crush, your heart cannot help but swell with how domestic grocery shopping with Jungkook always sounds.

And grocery shopping with Jungkook is what you are going through right now.

Right now, a year after realising that you are romantically in love with Jungkook and two years after moving in with your best friend, Jungkook stands next to you in the feminine products aisle, holding a crumpled piece of paper with grocery items carelessly scrawled on it, his other hand on the shopping cart that is a quarter-filled with household items that the two of you need to last until the next month. Despite how this situation is not at all scary, your heart beats like you are hanging precariously over a high ledge, palms clamming up as you nervously ball up the fabric of your shirt.

“Which one is it?” Your saliva is stuck halfway down your throat when he asks the question, causing you to choke and cough the saliva up. You seriously need to get better at hiding your nervousness around him, if this even counts as hiding it, seeing as how you are literally not being normal, cool, or calm. You mentally face palm yourself for being you.

“Um, I don’t see it,” you reply as calmly as you can, relaxing a little when you hear that your voice does not waver at all.

“Here! Isn’t it this one?” Jungkook exclaims suddenly, scaring the absolute shit out of you and causing you to jump up in surprise, letting out a squeak when you see that it is the brand of pads that you use. You shove the thought that Jungkook does pay attention to you and tell yourself that it is because he has to see it on top of the cabinet in your shared bathroom every time he goes into it. He has lived with you for two years, of course he knows what brand you use, you idiot.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter as you throw three packets into the cart before walking off, hands casually locked behind you as you roam the aisles, not sparing Jungkook another glance as he pushes the cart and follows behind you. You refuse to look at Jungkook and have your cheeks heat up again, especially not after he caught you blushing when you first met up with him fifteen minutes ago.

Despite the fact that Jungkook had gotten into university solely thanks to rugby, he had surprised everyone by deciding to major in film. Though you had been a little surprised, you knew that film, or anything that had to do with a camera for that matter, had always fascinated Jungkook. And now in his third year of university and a certified adult, Jungkook had decided to get a job and stop relying on his parents. A little later than everyone else, but at least he finally decided to stop splurging the monthly allowance he got on cocktail nights at the bar around the corner. The job he got was a good step for Jungkook but a horrible one for you for he had decided to audition for a modelling company. And he got in.

Which is why you don’t want to even spare him a glance. Because Jungkook had just gotten off work which meant that he had his hair done up, soft strands of light brown styled so that it was out of his eyes, allowing the light to hit his usually hidden, dark brown eyes, turning them a golden brown that reminded you of slow-dripping, melted caramel. And even though all he is wearing is a sky blue shirt and navy slacks, your mind and heart is going absolutely feral at how well they compliment him, high-waisted slacks cinching his waist and loose shirt hanging off of his broad shoulders. You realise that your arms ache to hold him.

“What’s next on the list?” you ask, derailing your thoughts, as you nonchalantly survey the aisles so that you don’t have to turn around and look at Jungkook, even though you want to. You want to look and never stop. But he can’t know that.

“Cereal,” he answers, catching up to you so that he is walking next to you, the end of his sleeve brushing the top of your shoulder. You give into your urge to look up at him and immediately, as if someone has punched you right in the gut, the wind is knocked out of your lungs because he is already staring down at you, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips up. You can quite literally feel your pupils dilate and you pray to god that he did not see it as you quickly but— you hope —casually turn your gaze away from him, nonchalantly asking, “Oh, we ran out?”

“Yeah,” he replies, stopping to retrieve the cereal from the shelf. You reach out too but he beats you to it, knowing full well that you will never be able to reach the cereal that only sits on the highest shelf. Your heart stops for a while when you can feel him unintentionally press into you, chest brushing up on your ponytail, heat radiating from his body and pulling sweat from the pores of your palms. But the warmth quickly retracts with him as he pulls away from the shelf and haphazardly dumps the box of cereal into the cart before setting off, pushing the cart forward and out of the aisle, leaving your frozen form in the dust.

You quickly snap out of it and follow Jungkook.

As you trail behind him, pretending to look at products along the way so that you can stay behind him and play with your thoughts, your mind wanders off. All too suddenly, you are daydreaming, imagining yourself as courageous as you confess your harboured feelings to Jungkook. In this alternate universe that your imaginative mind has created, Jungkook beams down at you and accepts your confession, confessing that he too had been harbouring feelings for you. Jungkook calling your name snaps you out of your delusions.

“Y/n?”

It takes you a little too long to realise that he is talking to you but when you do, you reply with the most flustered, the most nervous sounding what you have ever heard leave your mouth.

“I asked you if you wanted Nutella,” Jungkook patiently asks again. Far too nervous to properly internalise the question and reply with a proper answer, you haphazardly shake your head and pretend to wander off into an aisle filled with shampoo. You honestly don’t know why you said no. Nutella runs in your blood and your stupid diet — which is really just you being far too lazy to actually get up and make food — has your body aching for Nutella. But your pride runs deeper than you expect and you do not correct yourself, allowing Jungkook pass by the Nutella without another glance.

Now back to overthinking. One of the reasons why you liking Jungkook is so bad is because, well, he has a fucking girlfriend, one who he loves very much. Plus, as if the universe absolutely fucking hated you, Jungkook had told you about said girlfriend, on the bloody day that your stupid ass had finally realised that you were romantically attracted and in love with Jungkook. And as if punching you in the face wasn’t enough, the universe had pierced your heart with the fact that you knew this girl. He had started dating Yoora. And you loved Yoora. Or more specifically, you found it humanly impossible to hate that girl.

Ever the polite and sweet girl, Yoora had helped you pick up the wind-scattered pages of the love story you had written, handing them to you with a sweet smile and wishing you a good day ahead as she walked off. After that, you seemed to see her everywhere. So much so, that she had finally decided to approach you one day and become acquainted with you.

The aching pain of your unrequited love only continued, with each glance at Jungkook. You had also third-wheeled on a number of their dates and watching Jungkook look at Yoora, or someone who wasn’t you for that matter, with so much love squeezed your heart painfully, as if the universe was trying to wring a towel dry and your heart so happened to be said towel.

And Yoora being nice to you isn’t helping either. She has always looked at you kindly even though you are literally living with her boyfriend. Maybe she has always assumed you are gay or don’t harbour any feelings for Jungkook, or maybe she has always thought the best of you, that even if you did have feelings for Jungkook, you would never even dare try for him.

So how on earth are you supposed to love him when Yoora’s kind and understanding eyes always flash through your mind when you think about Jungkook? How on earth are you supposed to hate her for stealing Jungkook away from you when she has been nothing but nice to you? But at the same time, how on earth are you supposed to like Yoora when she is the reason Jungkook is impatiently waiting for you to finish with your last year in university so that you can finally move out? How on earth are you supposed to like her when she is all that occupies Jungkook’s mind, leaving you forgotten like you are some childhood toy that Jungkook has grown out of? How are you supposed to live at all when those three fucking words take over your body like a goddamn curse, seizing control of your feelings like your heart is some kind of airplane and your feelings for Jungkook are forcing your heart into a nosedive, flying straight into the ground and shattering the feeble vessel?

The answer is that you can’t. You can’t fucking live.

“Is that all?” Jungkook asks you after about ten minutes. You did not even notice that you were lost in your shitty thoughts for that long. When you raise your head to look at the cart instead of the floor, you see that it is filled with groceries that will be a pain in the ass to carry home alone. Right, you totally forgot Jungkook is meeting Yoora right after this, which means you’ll probably have to carry everything back by yourself, seeing as how you’ve been carrying groceries home by yourself for the past three months.

“Yeah,” you reply after your eyes lazily scan over the items, looking up to give Jungkook a weak smile before walking away and leading the way to the cashier.

Silently, the two of you load the items onto the conveyor belt one by one, allowing the cashier to scan and pack the items into flimsy plastic bags before handing them to you. Jungkook pays since it is his turn and quickly tucks his wallet into his pocket before rushing to help you by taking most of the plastic bags from your hands, leaving you with only one bag. Against your own will, your heart swells with love.

“Aren’t you meeting Yoora?” you question him as the two of you begin to walk out of the building. Jungkook turns to you and flashes you a bright grin, one that has something splintering in your chest and your breath hitching.

“I told her to wait a little longer,” he answers, smiling sheepishly, tone hinting that he feels guilty for ditching you for the past three months. As he should. You reply with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Also,” he starts, trailing off a little as he pauses to let you walk ahead little before switching places with you so that he is walking on the outer side of the pavement, steps spilling onto the grass when the both of you have to squeeze past people who selfishly idle on the pavement, lingering outside shops for smoke breaks. Your heart’s quickening beat rings in your ears. You ignore it and flash him a grateful smile before he continues his sentence.

“As I was saying, what’s up, Y/n? You’ve been a little off these days,” Jungkook questions, taking his eyes off the pavements to periodically glance at you, eyebrows knitted together in a concerned frown, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Of course Jungkook would think something is fishy. Once upon a time, the both of you could easily read each other like a children’s picture book, it was foolish of you to think that just because he prioritises his girlfriend before you, doesn’t mean that he can’t read your behaviour. It was foolish of you to think that Jungkook had changed at all. So far, he seemed normal. Maybe it was just you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been cold lately. If you haven’t realised, all you’ve said to me throughout this whole shopping trip were short sentences that end the conversation straight away. And I know you’re always working on your essays for your classes but we don’t even have movie night anymore. Not to mention that you barely even talk to me anymore. So tell me what’s wrong. Did I piss you off or something?” Jungkook explains, a sadness oozing from his gentle gaze that he turns to you as the both of you halt at a pedestrian crossing. The sorrow in his eyes causes your chest to tighten as you find it impossible to talk. Because you miss him too. So much. You would kill just to feel the unadulterated rapture you felt when you were spending time with Jungkook. You really just want things to go back to how they were before you liked him.

“Oh, I’ve just been going through a lot lately,” you answer, trying to keep your reply as vague as possible, hoping he leaves it at that and waits for you to tell him when you are ready.

But of course, Jungkook continues to pry.

“What are you going through? Come on, Y/n, you can tell me. If you do, maybe I can help you,” he bombards you, eyes silently pleading that you allow him to fix your problems. You know he means well. Jungkook has never intentionally caused harm to you but right now, you just want him to drop it. Because how on earth are you going to explain to him that you are in love with him and are jealous of his pretty, smart, kind girlfriend?

Apparently your brain knows how.

“Well,” you start before you can stop yourself. The look in Jungkook’s eyes makes it impossible for you to just cut it off there, so, you continue.

“I’ve liked this boy for a long while now but he has a girlfriend. I really want to tell him but I’m afraid it’ll ruin our friendship,” you blurt. At first, your chest feels light, heart finally rid of the words that had weighed it down. But then, you look at Jungkook, gorgeous eyes conflicted as he carefully articulates what he wants to say next. Then, again, your heart fills with an unimaginably heavy weight that sinks it all the way down to your gut. And you cannot help but think, he knows. He knows and he’s is going to break my heart all over again.

“Can I ask.. who it is that you like?” he asks wearily, as if he is a hunter approaching a wild deer that startles easily. As the two of you turn the corner to your shared apartment, you glance up into his eyes once more and your heart sinks further. Fear. Fear swallows his eyes as he awaits your answer, afraid that what you’ll say next will completely decimate the past fifteen years of your best friendship, afraid that you will completely destroy his trust with your next words.

And even though you want to lie to him, you find it impossible to. Which is why, before you can stop yourself from blurting it out, you reply with, “You.”

The feeling of complete and utter horror hits you after a second of lag time. Despite the extra second that it gives you to prepare yourself, you do not use it and when the realisation of what you said hits you, it hits you hard, like a million bricks to the face.

Jungkook stills and you freeze too, too scared to even look at him. The both of you stand on the street, a few steps away from your ground floor apartment, a few steps away from privacy. But you think that at this point, privacy completely flies over Jungkook’s head.

“I have a girlfriend, Y/n,” he states, as if you didn’t already know. You turn to face him and Jungkook’s expression is not at all far from terrifying. He has never looked at you with such stern, angry expression, eyebrows knitted together in a disapproving frown rather than his previous concerned frown, and it quite literally scares the shit out of you. His gaze has hardened and he looks at you as if you have committed murder — which you have, seeing as how you have completely lynched this whole fucking relationship.

“I know you have a girlfriend,” you scoff. You swear for a second that Jungkook glares at you. Your heart stops. What have you done?

“I just-“ you start, trying to explain yourself but Jungkook cuts you off by raising his hand. For the shortest of milliseconds, you think that he is going to hit you, slap you, do something. But then, you dismiss the idea, knowing full well that Jungkook will not harm you. He is Jungkook. No matter how angry he is, he won’t ever lay a hand on anyone, especially you.

“You know I have a girlfriend and yet you decided that it was appropriate to confess your feelings to me now?” he questions in a clipped tone, frown deepening with each thought that passes through his mind.

“Look, Jungkook,” you start, taking a deep breath before continuing. To your surprise, he listens patiently.

“I have been in love with you for two years now. Or well, I realised in our first year of Uni. But I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love with you for far longer than I’ve realised. I know that you have a girlfriend and I know that I’m being selfish and a really shitty friend right now but I��ll be honest, it was beginning to burst out of me, my feelings, the words that I yearned to speak but could not, knowing that I’d be condemned to hell for speaking them. So quite frankly, I know I shouldn’t be scolding you, but I don’t need a fucking scolding from you,” you snap at him. Your breathing is laboured after the words leave your mouth. You pause for a second and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, to blow at you anyway. But he stays silent and you walk away, shoving your key into the lock of your apartment and swinging the door open with so much force that it slams into the coat rack standing behind it, knocking it down.

Jungkook silently follows you into the house, gently placing down the groceries at the entrance of the kitchenette before he slips back into his shoes and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The slam is loud and resounding, and it feels like the sound waves are reverberating inside your chest, shattering your heart like glass.

Left in the deafening silence, an air of complete and utter regret filling your apartment like a thick fog, the weight of your’s and Jungkook’s words finally take their toll on you, somehow increasing the gravitational pull on your body and pulling you to the floor. You do not know how you have yet to burst into tears but right now, all you can feel is a numbness that overwhelms your senses, dulling them down. Your ears tune out, your vision narrows, and the cool, tiled floor of the kitchenette beneath your fingers does not feel like cool tile at all.

God, Jungkook must hate you now.

And finally, at that thought, the idea of your best friend — or really, your only true friend — hating you, do your tears fall.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Hnghh can I get a yandere Akaashi scenario where his quiet (fem) s/o manages to escape and goes to Bokuto for help, but it turned out that Bokuto knows of Akaashi’s yandere tendencies and sent s/o back to his home? (Bokuto does so not because he was threatened, but he did so out of his ‘good will’ “man y/n why’d you run away from akaashi? he loves you so much, y’know that?”)

It’s a given that they’re soulmates, whether it’s romantic or platonic. I can only imagine that Bokuto would be as dedicated to Akaashi’s Darling as Akaashi is, if not more so…

TW: Themes of Domestic Abuse, Victim Blaming, and Dehumanization.

You’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be comfortable in your own skin.

Bokuto’s hotel room was lavish, but cozy, one of the top-floor suites in a name-brand chain you couldn’t afford to spend the night in, let alone the better half of a month. Still, it was homey, with neutral colors and nooks to tuck yourself away in and a faux-fireplace crackling in the distance, the noise almost drowned out by the rain drumming against the row of thin, floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the far wall. There might’ve been a balcony, but you couldn’t care less about checking, right now, settling against the arm of a plush sofa and pulling a fleece blanket over your legs, hardly noticing when Bokuto stepped out of the kitchenette with two mugs already in-hand.

“Coffee,” He explained, smiling as you took one of the offered cups. You took a sip, the bitterness barely detectable. Instead, it was warm and sweet and perfect, more milk than it was anything else. “Just the way you like it, with too much sugar to fit in one brew.”

You almost laughed. It’d been years since he’d gotten coffee with you, let alone made it with your preferences in mind. Tasting something that wasn’t Akaashi’s energy drinks or murky, black sludge felt like a privilege, albeit a small one. “I really can’t thank you enough,” You mumbled, the words slipping off your tongue before you could stifle them. “When I heard you had a game in town, it felt like a miracle. I couldn’t think of anyone else who’d help, especially with…” With everything, honestly. Akaashi was the one you were running from, the monster who’d taken advantage of your naivety, but you’d started isolating yourself long before he stopped giving you the choice not to. You took another sip, rather than going on, savoring the way it burnt your tongue. “I really mean it, thank you. Do you mind if I use your phone? I should be able to find a place to stay with--”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” He spoke casually, settling into the opposite side of the couch. “Akaashi should be on his way, by now.”

The coffee went sour in an instant. It was all you could do not to drop the mug entirely, your hands starting to shake as you placed it gingerly on the hard-wood floor. “He’s… What do you mean, Kota’?”

“I called him!” His smile was broader, suddenly, Bokuto beaming as he looked towards you. He was content, proud, his eyes closed and his features expectant, as if he was preparing to be rewarded. “You must’ve been too shy to ask, at first, but you didn’t have to! I knew what I had to do as soon as you turned up in the lobby.” He paused, laughing softly, nearly under his breath. You could swear you felt your heart shatter in your chest. “I mean, you were crying, (Y/n). I know how much you hate being away from Akaashi, but… damn. Your boyfriend wasn’t much better, if it helps. When I told him you must’ve gotten lost, he sounded like he was ready to choke someone!”

You were too stunned to reply, for a moment, your voice dying in your throat. He was so satisfied, so pleased with himself, but it was all you could do to try to process his admission. It was true, technically. You’d been crying since you left your apartment, sobbing by the time the girl at the front desk finally agreed to call his room, and even now, you were trembling. But, you’d told him why you were in tears, too. It was near-incoherent, but you’d vented about the abuse, the screaming, the violence, everything that you’d gone through. Another glance towards Bokuto made you wonder if he’d been paying attention at all, though. “I don’t want to go back to Akaashi,” You tried, your rebuttal lacking the force you’d been aiming for. “That’s why I came to you. I’m trying to get away from him.”

He nodded with faux-sympathy, something empathetic and patronizing ghosting over his expression. “You two had a fight, yeah? Every couple does, now and then.” He shrugged, and your bit your lip. He’d heard you, apparently, but it was obvious he hadn’t been listening. Or, he’d been willing himself not to, at least. “Akaashi is quiet, sometimes, and I get it. It’s hard to know what he’s thinking, but his heart’s in the right place. He loves you.”

“He doesn’t act like it.” You hated how childish you sounded, how cliché your arguments were. You hated the fact that you had to argue at all, when it came to this. “He won’t let me get a job, Kotaro. He broke my last phone because he thought I might be talking to someone else, and he hit me when I tried to tell him I wasn’t. Being with him is suffocating, I can’t breath when he’s--”

“He loves you,” Bokuto repeated, flatly. As if he was talking about the weather, or the outcome of his latest match. A fact, one as true to him as any other. “He doesn’t say it very often, but he does. He talks about you all the time, he adores you.” The affirmation was tinted with something dark, something jealous. Envy, but just a hint. You couldn’t be sure whether or not you’d imagined it, once Bokuto made more of an effort to hire it. “If I was in your position, I’d be grateful. We both know Akaashi could do so much better than some nervous, emotional brat who runs away whenever he tries to be sweet.”

You opened your mouth, averting your eyes as his resentment became undeniable, but a knock at the door silenced you, as steady as it was fatal. You went rigid, reflexively, balling your fists around the blanket on your lap, but Bokuto didn’t share your hesitation. Grinning, he pushed himself up, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto your feet, leaving you standing awkwardly in the center of his suite as he welcomed in the only thing you wanted to keep out.

You froze as soon as you saw Akaashi. He seemed relaxed, but he didn’t smile as he greeted Bokuto, only running a hand through his drenched hair and spitting out something polite. To anyone else, he might seem distracted, but you’d been with him long enough to know how angry he must’ve been, how much of his energy was dedicated to hiding it. You attempted to exhale, to release some of the tension in your body while you were still able to, but the air hitched in your throat as his focus flickered towards you.

He didn’t waste any time. You didn’t receive the same decencies as Bokuto, his arms around your waist and your head pushed into his chest in the blink of an eye, nimble fingers entangling themselves in your hair like it was second-nature. Like he was afraid you’d get away again, if he didn’t hold you as tightly as he could. Like you’d remember you could live without his nails embedded in your scalp.

“Thank you,” He said, firmly, but it wasn’t directed towards you. Bokuto laughed, telling him gratitude wasn’t necessary, but Akaarshi stood his ground regardless. The interaction was friendly, warm, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything but pure, unfaltering cold. “I mean it. I just... I get so worried whenever (Y/n) goes out alone. It gets dangerous, this late.”

You didn’t bother pointing out his hypocrisy, or attempting to free yourself. It was clear neither had an issue with dragging you back to wherever you were wanted.

Still, you couldn’t help but hope Bokuto would notice how quickly you’d started crying, again.

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justcourttee · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates-Pt 16

Marinette couldn’t figure out where she wanted to start. There was so much she wanted to ask him about, so much she wanted to talk to him about. She wasn’t sure how much time she would have once they arrived at the coffee shop and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to begin the conversation after they were done.

“Marinette, what are you thinking about?”

His voice was so soft, so caring. It made her heart ache at the fact that it all could be an act. She let out a small sigh, dreading the conversation.

“A lot of things actually, for starters, what does being soulmates mean to you?”

Silence crept it’s way into the air, striking Marinette’s heart through its core.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I just know we haven’t had a chance to talk about it and -”

“No, no, no, please don’t apologize, your question just took me by surprise. You’re right, we haven’t had a chance to talk.” He paused, trying to choose his next words as carefully as possible.

“I think it means someone to spend the rest of your life with, someone who is not your exact match, but that compliments you in the areas that you may lack in life. I believe they should be romantic, but there is no reason why it couldn’t be platonic. A soulmate is a support system.”

Marinette bit her tongue, trying to hold back her retort. He answered her question and avoided it all at once.

“But what does that mean for us?”

Her eyes glanced over at his reddening cheeks as he tried to stutter out a response.

“I mean- I would uh- we could uh- I mean I would like to be romantic- or uh- try to be.”

“I would like that very much.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief, a smile slightly stretching across his face. A comfortable silence filled the car, but it was only momentarily. Her light heart grew heavy as she dove head first into the question that had been eating at her for the past few hours.

“Damian, do you know how I get my powers?”

“Sure, your miraculous, your earrings. They’re a gateway for small Gods to share their powers with mortals.”

Marinette sucked in a sharp breath, trying to shake the uneasiness she felt at his answer.

“Damian I,” she began level, gathering a stray piece of hair with her finger, absentmindedly twirling it. “I never told you that. How do you know so much about my miraculous?”

She watched his face carefully, looking for any indication of shock or slip that would confirm her worst fears, but he remained stoic, a slight frown replacing his smile.

“I grew up in the League of Assassins, as I’m sure you already knew. It was my mother’s goal to destroy your Order of Guardians and burn all but one box of Miraculous. Her and Grandfather believed they could use the jewelry to bring their own kind of order to Earth.”

He paused for a moment, letting her take in the information, only continuing when he felt she was ready.

“Of course, I was raised to assassinate any Guardians I came across, but that all changed on my tenth birthday. It was too dangerous in the League and my mother needed someone to dishevel my father’s work so that she could manipulate him into doing her bidding. So she dropped me off at his doorstep to raise. It ended up being her downfall. For once in my life, I had a family. It was rough at first, but as time passed on, I made meaningful connections.”

He paused to take a deep breath, his face looking pained as he continued.

“Then I died. When I was brought back to life, I was given a second chance, only to have my father die. Grayson raised me and cared for me more than my own father had when he was alive. When he was brought back to life, I no longer yearned for his approval. It was around that time that my mother and grandfather were killed.”

Marinette opened her mouth to apologize, the nausea and guilt eating her up, but Damian simply shook his head.

“Don’t even think about apologizing. It was a fair question. I imagine you are worried for the safety of your tiny Gods. Well, I can honestly tell you that I had no idea who you were until Tim outed you and I have no intention of misusing the Miraculous for any purpose or family matter. It is my word.”

The nausea slowly sank in her stomach, but the guilt still sat in her tightening chest. God, how could she think her soulmate would steal the Miracle Box? They sat in silence for the rest of the drive, Damian only speaking as he placed the car in park outside the shop.

“Marinette,” he placed his hand on her arm, causing the girl to turn her attention from the window to the warmth coursing through her. “I know all this is new, but I promise, I will never knowingly place you in danger or make myself a danger to you. If you ever feel like I am, please just let me know.”

She simply nodded as she reached to open her door, trying to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. Stepping out into the cold air, she quickly reached up to brush them away before making her way around the car to link her arm with his. He didn’t say anything, something she was grateful for as the two of them walked linked into the coffee shop. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“You are an imbecile who cannot read a clock is what you are.”

Marinette sighed as she took another sip from her hot chocolate, watching as Tim and Damian laid into each other over his brothers being ten minutes late. Dick and Stephanie were still deciding while Jason stood off to the side, waiting on the poor barista who was trying to offer them everything she could.

“Well Mr. Get Out Of My House, if you would’ve just let us settle this earlier, I wouldn’t have been woken at 1:30 in the morning to be dragged to a coffee house that sells mediocre beans! I mean seriously, where are the Costa Rican beans?”

If it was any other time, Marinette might’ve agreed, but she was too tired and too agitated to deal with him disrespecting her late night spot.

“Tim? Drop it. Either drink your coffee or give it to me.”

Her eyes must’ve screamed murder seeing as he begrudgingly sank into the couch, sipping his coffee in peace. She gently reached up and tugged Damian’s arm until he sat as well, the three of them in a tense silence as they waited for the others.

After another long ten minutes, Jason finally sank into the couch beside her, throwing an arm over the back of the couch, shaking his head.

“Princess, next time you want to hang late at night, can it at least be at a raging party? I’m going to fall asleep any minute now just from the vibe in here.”

“You should blame Tim, he didn’t strike me as the party type for a debrief.”

Jason chuckled as Tim’s frown deepened, only slightening when Stephanie took a seat beside him.

“Okay girly, we’re all here. So like, what’s the deal?”

Marinette sighed, setting her mug on the table in front of them, sparing a glance over her shoulder to ensure that the barista had returned to her position in the back of the store with her headphones.

“Tim, you wanted to know what made me so special that I would catch Lex Luthor’s attention, well, it was my design. I’m working on my business degree to start my own fashion empire, but I needed a sponsorship. He’s been following my work since I first came out when I was 16, focusing more on my college designs over the past two years. He wanted to sponsor me.”

“It’s Lex Luthor! He didn’t want you because of your designs!”

Stephanie slammed her elbow into Tim’s side as Jason and Damian shot him killer looks.

“What?! You all know it!”

Marinette let out a defeated sigh, raising her hands up in defeat.

“You’re partially right Tim. He wanted to sponsor me and in turn have me spy on your family. Not just business wise; no, he made it clear he knows something is going on between you all. I played dumb, let him tell me about your involvement with the Justice League, perhaps just as a beneficiary, but he couldn’t be sure. He wants to cut you off at your knees, but he needs proof first.”

Tim pressed his lips into a thin line, almost looking pained as he refrained from making another comment.

“Anyways, I told him I would consider his offer, after all, he showed me pretty ‘compelling’ evidence that I was just Damian’s holiday accessory.”

It was Damian’s turn to press his lips into a thin line, but his eyes told everyone how he felt about the comment.

“He gave me an untraceable phone that I dropped in the nearest trash can at the Gala and before you get hot headed Tim, I did it so that he couldn’t track me meeting up with you all or track me to my apartment. There are too many risks to go into business with a known villain.”

“But you don’t understand Marinette! We could’ve been feeding him information! You could’ve gone undercover as a double agent!” Stephanie tried to pull him back down, but he was too heated as he loomed over the table at the girl.

Damian stood, his hands curling into fists at his side, but a gentle touch from Marinette stopped him. Calmly she stood, crossing her arms as she strained to keep her face neutral.

“Tell me Tim. When you heroes sent Artemis undercover to work with Black Manta, how well did that end?”

A chill atmosphere crept in as all five faces around her fell, all recounting the tragedy of Wally West. Marinette nodded as she stood a little taller, her cool eyes never wavering.

“And tell me Tim, Why are you so willing to risk my life? The life of my friends? My whole future career? Why were you so willing to out my secret identity to not just Damian, but your entire family?”

Tim opened his mouth, but she refused to let him get a word out.

“No, I don’t want your excuses. If you hacked my profile in the JLE, then you know that I came here for a new start. The world is in a balance at the moment. Equal wars and tragedy to equal good and heroes. I wasn’t supposed to don the suit unless it was an emergency or injustice. But none of that matters, huh?”

“Princess, I’m sure Tim didn’t mean-” Jason was silenced by a small hand in his face, Marinette never averting her stare.

“I’m sure he did. Tell me Tim, you did your research before you showed up at my door. You knew who I was and what I was capable of. So Timothy Jackson Drake, can you look me in my eyes and tell me that you had no idea that my parents died three days before you arrived?”

Four sets of eyes turned expectantly at Tim, waiting for his denial. Marinette narrowed her eyes at his gaping mouth as he tried to find the right way to say it, but his words failed him.

“Tim, tell me you didn’t.” Dick leaned forward in his chair, his hand landing softy in Tim’s knee.

“Yeah, Tim. Tell him.” Tears slipped down her face, the warmth as the fell matched the rage she felt inside.

After a moment of silence, Tim finally nodded, sinking further into his chair.

“I was hoping you would understand, but I see that was too much to hope. It was necessary for the mission, you were necessary for the mission. I knew you wouldn’t turn us down, the only thing I wasn’t counting on was your relationship with Damian.”

Jason and Stephanie both stood abruptly. In silence, they gathered their things and walked out the shop. Tim’s eyes followed their every movement, even as they pulled away on Jason’s motorcycle.

“I do understand Tim. You felt it was necessary. The difference is, I would’ve never put anyone in that position, no matter the mission. That’s where you overestimated.”

Marinette reached down to gather her now cold drink. Wordlessly, Damian stood and together, they exited the coffee shop, neither looking back.

The car ride was silent, but it was neither tense or awkward. No. There was finally an understanding between the two, an understanding to what the past month had been leading up to.

As Damian pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, Marinette finally spoke.

“I’m leaving in a couple hours with Chloe and Adrien to go to New York and then Paris to bury my parents.”

Damian nodded, slipping the keys into his coat pocket before reaching over to gather her hand.

“What time should I have my bags packed?”

She gently pulled her hand out of his grasp, her eyes sliding to look out the window at the night sky.

“I can’t ask you to come, you’ll miss Christmas with your family.”

“Trust me, right now, you’re the only family that matters.”

She nodded absentmindedly, pushing the door open to feel the cold air rush in, burning her cheeks. It was nice though. A reminder that she wasn’t completely numb. A reminder that she could still feel the small things.

Damian met her at the side door, offering his hand to help her out of the car. After a moment, she finally accepted, allowing him to pull her up. And just like that, her arm wrapped around his waist, his draped over her shoulders, the two made their way up to their apartment to salvage any sleep before they began the long trip in the morning.

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 4 years

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Day 4

Prompt: There is a trail of color only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Word Count: 890

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Virgil logged on just in time to see Logan do the same. A smile lit up his face as he clicked on him, opening a voice chat. “Hey, L. How’s life?” He asked as he moved away from the device.

Logan chuckled. “It’s good. Sounds like you’re pretty happy right now. Wanna share the good news?”

“I do, actually!” Virgil picked the tablet up, moving it to the kitchen so he could start on dinner. “I just finished setting up my cat room and am almost through with the twenty four hour waiting period the shelter requires! By this time tomorrow, I should have a fluffy friend in the house.” He got out a pan and started gathering ingredients for a meal.

“That sounds great! Have you picked out a name? What does the cat look like?”

Virgil smiled at the insatiable curiosity he’d come to enjoy. “She’s what’s called a ghost tabby which is a black tabby with grey stripes. Her name is, surprising to no one, Ghost. I’ve already gotten her a collar, both water and food bowls, some cardboard boxes as well as a more traditional cat house, a scratching and climbing post, and a litter box. The food and water are catty corner to each other in corners and the litter box is in another corner with the scratching post in the last one. The houses and boxes are scattered around the room. I really hope she likes it, I want her to be comfortable.”

Logan’s voice held pure joy the next time he spoke. “Sounds like it. Hey, you wanna turn cameras on or leave them closed?”

Virgil shrugged. “I mean, I’m making dinner right now so I’m not sure how good the video is going to be but sure, I guess.”

He leaned over and slid the camera cover off, pressing the on screen button to allow video, all the while making sure he didn’t stop stirring the sauce on the stove. Logan’s camera turned on a second later and showed a hoodie. It was grey with the words ‘Will you be my bloody valentine?’ scrawled across it in a blood font. Virgil chuckled. “Is this your way of asking me out, mister?”

Logan put the hoodie in his lap, revealing his bespectacled face. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, you absolute dork. I’ll go out with you. Are you gonna send me the hoodie or did you just get it to ask me out in the most creative way possible?”

Logan lifted a box, showing it to the camera. “I was gonna mail it to you. Why, do you not want it?”

“Of course I want it!” Virgil was quick to reply.

The rest of the evening was filled with banter and laughter, comfortable with each other. They watched shows together, watching separately but with the chat still open.

A year or so later, they decided to meet up. So, Virgil went to pick Logan up from the airport. He got there a bit early so decided to wait at a cafe inside the airport to pass the time. Just as he was getting up to greet Logan’s plane, a person approached him. They were tall but had a hood pulled up to hide their face. Virgil knew who they were as soon he saw the trail of indigo leading behind them. His soulmate had found him.

Standing, he moved to greet his soulmate but was pulled into a hug instead. A voice he’d recognize anywhere spoke in his ear, radiating relief. “I’m glad it’s you.”

He smiled and said, “Me too,” before letting his head rest in the dip where Logan's neck met his shoulder.

They didn’t pull out of the hug for a while, neither wanting to let go first lest the other disappear. Finally, Logan pulled away enough to keep his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, letting them slide down his arms and hold his hands. “It’s good to see you without a screen and a three hour flight between us.”

Virgil smiled. “That it is. You wanna go meet Ghost now?”

Logan chuckled, squeezing Virgil’s hands. “Yes, I must be approved by the queen of the house.”

“I wouldn’t call her the queen of the house.”

“You certainly treat her like royalty, darling.”

Virgil could feel his heart melt at the pet name. Once they got into the car, he turned the discussion serious. “How did you know it was me?”

Logan frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Your soulmate. How did you know it was me?”

Logan smiled. “Pure luck. My plane arrived early so I was wandering the airport, looking for a place to sit before contacting you, when I came across a trail of what looked like purple glitter. Someone asked me if I had lost my soulmate. When I asked why they thought that, they said I was looking at the ground so assumed I was trying to find my soulmate. I nodded and continued to follow the trail. I thought it’d be interesting to meet my soulmate as I was completely sure you are the only person I’d ever love. I was sure my soulmate would be platonic due to that. So you can imagine my surprise when I came face to face with you.”

Virgil smiled. “For the record, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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*soft footsteps* *throws bucketfuls of finger guns at you* *blows you a kiss* *whispers* i’m terrible with words but i really really love your writing *hugs you through the screen* *toddles away*

*reels you back in for a big hug* You! You speak my language, Nonnie! Toddle yourself back here and let me shower you with the right amount of love. You’re amazing with words and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

As thanks, I’m now going to dump an idea I’ve been sitting on for a while. It’s soulmates, platonic Jaskier/Eskel, mistaken identities and soft desperation before that good old Geraskier hits with a bit of Eskel/Lambert for good measure.

Tattoos representing soulmates roved the skin of pretty much everyone on the continent. Jaskier had been born with a haggard looking wolf that prowled over his body, preferring to sulk on his shoulder blade. Growing up, he often wondered who could be such a grouch and a recluse. It was pure chance that he was playing at a tavern when a witcher stomped in, creature’s head in hand. The first thing that caught Jaskier’s eye about him was the scars down his face. A quick second was the medallion of a wolf on his chest. While the world didn’t tilt or realign as he’d imagined, Jaskier still launched into a song about death and foreboding - it seemed appropriate for a witcher.

Said witcher’s name was Eskel. He raised an eyebrow at Jaskier when he approached but didn’t turn him away when shown the wolf peering at the world from a pale wrist. It didn’t help that he had a black crow hopping up his neck to inspect the goings on of the world.

They agreed to see what happened. After all, Eskel did almost fit the wolf on Jaskier’s skin. While the crow seemed oddly fitting for Jaskier’s first song. So they travelled together, grew close. They never hesitated in sharing warmth, sitting shoulder to shoulder by a fire in the wilderness. It was an easy friendship, both of them just desperate enough to want to believe they’d found their other half. Even if Jaskier was too chirpy to truly be a crow and Eskel too broad to ever be a wolf.

Just once they tried to kiss. It would have been so much better if they could have blamed alcohol on their attempt. However, the only thing they’d had was the vast, open skies above them and a fire crackling to keep them warm. Neither of them knew who started it but one minute they were talking, Jaskier pulling threads of a tale from Eskel. Next, they were kissing and freezing. After an awkward second where they realised it wasn’t what either of them wanted, they broke apart and stared into the fire.

“So that happened,” Eskel observed.

“Yep.” Jaskier rubbed the back of his head. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Quite. Maybe we’re one of those rare pairs. You know, the kind that love each other but only outside of the bedroom.”

That sounded most sensible and Jaskier nodded. They never mentioned the kiss again but never tried again either. Platonic soulmates - there had to be some great irony to that, given how much Jaskier appreciated all pleasures in the world. Still, if he and his soulmate weren’t destined for the kind of relationship he’d hoped for, that was okay. At least Eskel wanted him in some capacity.

As time passed, Jaskier wrote more songs of his wolf, sang them and meant every word from the bottom of his heart. From tavern to court, they follow Eskel’s path and they’re content. There’s an understanding that blossomed between them that Jaskier wouldn’t trade for the world.

It had been years before Eskel finally asked Jaskier about Kaer Morhen and the potential of wintering there. He hadn’t wanted to go recently, trying to protect his soulmate from months on end of only witchers for company. On top of that, Eskel had been the first and only witcher to find and keep his soulmate as far as he was aware. He didn’t want to rub it in.

Still, they returned to the old keep together and they were the first back aside from Vesemir who just looked at the two of them, sent Eskel what could only be interpreted as a despairing look and wished them all the best. Jaskier got his own room next door to Eskel’s and they waited to see if any other witcher turned up.

They were all in the small hall, Vesemir telling the tale about a manticore when the doors clanged, announcing the arrival of someone. They crowded out and Jaskier forgot how to breathe. Another witcher, long white hair and a frown that seemed permanently etched on his face. Just the sight of him had Jaskier’s heart thumping painfully in his chest. It was like a veil had been torn from his very being, everything felt so much more vibrant. Things only got more confusing when a nonpareil fluttered excitedly over his lower arm. They stared at each other until Vesemir cleared his throat.

One look at Eskel and Jaskier’s heart cracked. Everyone in the room knew. The illusion they had built up over the years about being soulmates was a lie and now it was exposed.

That evening, Eskel knocked on Jaskier’s door and gave him a sad smile.

“Go to him. Go to your white wolf,” he said, lips turned up into a bittersweet smile and eyes brimming with tears. Jaskier pulled him into a hug.

“You’re still my first wolf and my best friend. Soulmate or not, I picked you first.” However, Jaskier couldn’t deny his interest in Geralt. It was his true soulmate there and he wanted.

There was a weighted sadness to Kaer Morhen over the next couple of days. Geralt and Jaskier spent time together, got to know each other. One night, Jaskier didn’t return to his own room and nobody mentioned it. Nor the bite marks on his neck the next morning.

The sound of the main doors closing echoed through the keep once again and they all crowded towards the newest arrival. Jaskier was curious about the witcher. Just a scarred as the rest, he greeted Geralt with a gruff bumping of shoulders. Vesemir got a nod but Eskel got a hug. Something almost tender and soft.

A glance at Vesemir and Jaskier got a shake of a head. He would press for information later but there was no denying that both Lambert and Eskel looked so much more mellow in each other’s company.

It was after dinner, everyone sprawled around the fire. Jaskier had taken up residence between Geralt’s legs, back to his chest. Meanwhile Lambert and Eskel were sprawled next to each other. They were shoulder to shoulder, Lambert in a sleeveless top showing off his bear tattoo which seemed to be content to curl up where Eskel’s shoulder touched. Personally, Jaskier wouldn’t have been surprised if Eskel’s crow wasn’t preening on the other side of his shirt, the two tattoos touching.

“Two witchers involved, it was so very frowned upon,” Vesemir sighed as he watched them doze. “I’m not sure if they even realise they’re destined. Their teachers instilled a lot of stupid shit in them. How witchers were never bonded to each other and if they were, the bond would fizzle out and die because....I can’t even remember why.”

All Jaskier was hearing was that he needed to get involved. It didn’t take much wheedling to get Geralt to train with Lambert while Vesemir oversaw them. Which meant that Eskel was free for Jaskier to ambush.

“So, Lambert?” He asked with a curious gaze.

“What about him? You’ve already found your wolf.” Eskel looked a little defensive and Jaskier knew he’d hit a sore spot.

“While you may not be a wolf, I think that you might be more of a bear.”

A scoff and a shake of head was his reply.

“I don’t know what you’re implying but I think you’re mistaken.”

Which just wouldn’t do. Jaskier sighed as he realised that maybe Eskel already knew. “Don’t deny yourself happiness just because some old fart told you something was impossible.” With that, Jaskier stood up and squeezed Lambert’s shoulder. “Your crow is right in front of you. Don’t let him fly away.”

Nothing seemed to change after that little chat. At least, not at first. But, as time passed, there was a softening. Lambert and Eskel moved around each other with more ease, there were lingering touches and smiles that were never directed at anyone else.

“Finally,” Vesemir sighed one morning and Geralt nodded with a grunt but not moving his head from Jaskier’s lap.

“They’ve finally confessed.”

Jaskier was both delighted and confused as to how the other two seemed to know.

“Witcher hearing.” Watching them, Jaskier saw both Geralt and Vesemir frown. Obviously they could hear more than love confessions all of a sudden and Jaskier laughed. He urged Geralt to sit up and grabbed his lute. The least he could do was give Eskel some privacy and spare the precious witcher ears in his company by drowning out whatever they could hear.

When the two finally made it downstairs, they tried to act like nothing was different. But there was no denying the almost giggling grins they shot each other, nor the fact that they were so happy. It wasn’t like anyone could begrudge them. Not when everyone seemed to have their soulmate by their side after so many years of detours and false hopes.

#geraskier #eskel/lambert #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir #witcher wolf pack #tldr: eskel and jaskier try to become each other's soulmates our of desperation and hope when their happiness was at kaer morhen all along

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mulletcal · 4 years

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when did you first know? -- a calum hood one shot

a/n: okay so i was hit with inspo for this like 8 hours ago and here we are. it’s the origin story for cal & mama from my twin universe, but you don’t need to have read those to know what’s going on here!! pls enjoy

words: 3.9k

warnings: cavity inducing fluff mb???

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Soulmate was always a word that Calum heard, and while he believed that they existed, he was never certain that a soulmate would be something he’d find in his lifetime. He saw his friends pair off with their respective partners, and it warmed his heart to see the people he loved so happy. Calum grew content with the fact that he was meant for platonic soulmates, already having found those in his best friends.

The fans never let the idea go that Calum was preparing for his soulmate though - citing his quitting smoking, and in general cleaning up his act as the source. That was never consciously what Calum was doing though, rather just choosing to better himself for himself.

It was a Tuesday when he first met her - the sky was clear and the moon full, the air was warm, and he was surrounded by his best friends as they shared stories from their past. Why Michael had decided to have a party on a Tuesday, he’d never know; but he knew that he would one day need to thank the man.

Andy had brought her along, saying how she was an old friend from his hometown who just moved to L.A. and had zero friends there other than him. Maybe it would be Andy he’d need to thank - in all the years he’d been alive, he had never met someone so beautiful. The night carried on in similar fashion to previous nights, most of them crashing in various rooms in Michael’s house rather than heading home. She went home, though, without Calum being able to say goodbye, or get her number - she was gone.

For days thoughts of her clouded his mind; the sound of her voice, her laugh, how she danced with his friends as if she’d known them for years. It tugged at his heart how well she fit in with them, and he wished he knew her well enough to invite her along to things they had plans for.

In a vague attempt to rid his mind of her, he thought he’d distract himself with the one thing that always seemed to cheer him up - dogs. Duke enjoyed wandering the dog park, even if he didn’t interact much with other dogs, Calum was always there to toss a ball or two for his old baby.

Pressing a kiss to the side of Duke’s head, he set him down onto the grass and took his leash in his hand, at least till they got away from the busy parking lot. Letting him begin to sniff around, Calum’s eyes scanned around the park - it wasn’t a particular busy day for a Friday, they may be able to have a wider range for Duke to roam.

He froze, though, when he saw an oddly familiar face underneath a nearby tree - it was her. This had to be some form of serendipity, right? There was no way she knew he would be there, at that time, on that day, so maybe this was his chance.

Calum’s feet took over before he got much of a chance to overthink it, stopping when he and Duke reached a few feet away, “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here!” Oof, lame line. He could’ve done better than that, truly.

She looked up, lifting the sunglasses off of her head as she met his eyes, a bright smile spreading across her lips, “Calum, hey! How are yo- Is this your dog?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at Duke, whose head was cocked to the side as his dad interacted with this woman he never met.

“It is, his name’s Duke. He’s wary of people, so maybe just approach with caution. It’s not his fault, he’s old and grumpy. I feel as though he should be back at home readin’ the dailies.” Calum was rambling, and he knew it - but his comment made her laugh, so it counted as a win to him.

“Me too man, you have no idea,” She shook her head as she spoke to Duke, as if he could understand her. She held out her hand and Calum waited with baited breath while his dog gave it a sniff, usually Duke would huff and walk away from the offending person - but after what felt like an eternity, Duke’s tail began to wag as he looked at her expectantly.

“That absolutely never happens,” Calum stated, stunned; and the responding smile that he got was brighter than the sun that was high in the sky that day. “D’you wanna come toss a ball for ‘im? He seems to like you,” While Calum had been deep in his own thoughts, Duke had taken to putting his front paws on her legs so she could have better access to behind his ears.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on a quiet day at the dog park.”

“It seems as though if anything, we’re intruding on you,” Calum motioned to the tablet and pen beside her and she responded with a wave of her hand, standing up to dust off her pants.

“Thinkin’ bout it now, I was very likely sitting in dog pee, wasn’t I?” She pouted, continuing to brush off the back of her pants. Gathering her things, she slid them into her bag before turning to the pair, “We ready boys?”

The rest of Calum’s afternoon was spent exchanging stories of their pasts, and how they came to be where they were today. He found out that she was a graphic designer, working on animation as well, and she moved to L.A. because she was offered an amazing job she couldn’t turn down. The more he learned about her, the more infatuated he became; and when his phone went off to remind him of a time slot they had at the studio.

If Calum didn’t act now, he knew he’d miss his chance - he could sense it deep down that the universe had given him the perfect opportunity and he couldn’t waste it.

“Hey, d’you have plans for tomorrow night?” Tomorrow night? What an incredible way to sound desperate.

“I don’t actually, I was supposed to go for coffee with Andy but something came up!” She grinned, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, “Why what’s up?”

“Would you want to go out tomorrow? On a date, maybe?” Calum swallowed thickly, running his fingers through his hair, avoiding any and all eye contact with her.

“I’d love to, actually.”

Calum’s heart soared, breaking into a toothy grin that brought out the crinkles by his eyes. She said yes, and it wasn’t just him imagining things. He tried to prevent his hands from shaking while they exchanged phones and phone numbers, the promise of the next day hanging from their lips when they departed.

***

Calum had been pacing through his house for the last hour, the anticipation leading him to sweat through the first shirt he had picked for the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so nervous for something, even crowds of people watching them perform.

He could be vulnerable, he could be himself, but what if she rejected him? What if he opened a door as an insight to himself, and once he did he couldn’t close it again?

The drive to her apartment was shorter than he would have liked. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have been left alone with his thoughts for too much longer or he may have backed out.

Calum wanted to be a gentleman, but the whole process of buzzing up to her apartment and her waiting at her door to be picked up seemed a little awkward - so instead he waited by the passenger side door of his car, a small bouquet of wildflowers in hand. He almost started to pace again while he waited, but then his eyes landed on her.

Her silk, navy blue dress swayed as she walked towards him, tucking her keys and phone into her purse but her eyes never left Calum’s. He couldn’t help to notice that the dress hugged her upper half in all the best ways, flaring out to stop just above her knees.

“Hi,” She breathed, standing up on her tippy toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

A spark radiated from Calum’s cheek, causing goosebumps to raise on his skin, “You look absolutely stunning,” he spoke softly, extending the flowers to her. “These are for you.”

The expression on her face softened ever so slightly when she saw the flowers, a smile present on her lips while she thanked him with another kiss to his cheek. Calum opened the car door for her, assuring she was in before rounding to the other side.

Conversation flowed easily between the two, and Calum’s cheeks were beginning to ache from the amount he was smiling- he genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he ached because he was so happy. It continued well through dinner, her even offering up a forkful to him of her meal.

Once dinner was finished, Calum paid and escorted her again out to his car, grabbing the door even though she insisted she was fine before they headed to the second part of their date. This part was met with confusion from her, a teasing smile quirking at her lips.

“Ah, I see. The infamous Calum Hood shows a gal a good time, and then takes her out to the beach late at night to kill her, is it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

It wasn’t an entirely unfair assumption - the only light illuminating the road ahead was his own headlights, and those of the occasional car that would pass by. She had guessed right about the beach, though, and Calum faked an incredulous gasp.

“How could you think I’m a murderer? I know we’ve been driving down a dark road for half an hour, but that’s irrelevant to the matter.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve sent Andy my location, in case you do choose to kill me. At the very least he could come locate my body.” She was biting her tongue to keep from laughing, but ultimately failed and she squeezed Calum’s hand in an attempt to let him know she was kidding - but also possibly a poorly veiled attempt at wanting to hold his hand.

Thankfully, Calum took the hint and laced their fingers together, bringing their joined hands up to his lips, grazing against the back of hers. He heard her breath stop, and he quickly glanced at her with a hint of a smile.

The rest of the drive was silent, only the faint sound of Louis Armstrong playing in the background. The lights of their destination came into view, and Calum chewed on his lower lip while he tried to gauge her reaction. It would be impossible to tell what it was just from a glance, but the smile that came across her face was enough for Calum.

While the sound of Louis Armstrong was now gone, the sounds of a vibrant jazz band filled her ears, and her smile went from soft to ear to ear within seconds.

“What is this, Cal?” She asked softly, reaching for his hand when he had met her at the front of the car.

The first thought at the forefront of his mind was how he could get used to the feeling of her hand in his, but the next thought he had was that he should probably answer her question. “Well…” He began, tugging her hand gently so she could follow, “There’s this jazz band I’ve come across that plays here once a month and I love to come and watch them. They’ve even let me play for them a handful of times.”

Her eyes scanned the people, wide with wonder as she did so. She saw couples of all ages milling about, and much to her delight some were dancing. You often heard about things like this, but she never could have dreamed that this beautiful man standing beside her would have taken her here.

“Wanna dance, doll?” Calum asked, looking down at her expectantly, giggling softly at how quickly her gaze snapped up to him.

He didn’t need to say anymore to her before he was dragged out to the ‘dance floor’, proceeding to sway and spin to the music.

After a few songs, they decided to take a break, sitting down at a table beside this elderly couple Calum appeared to know, excusing himself to go get you both a drink.

“You don’t see that often, do ya Ruby?” The man spoke up, clearly trying to the attention of his wife, as well as the young lady that sat beside them.

“What’s that darlin’?” The woman, Ruby, said to the man, leaning her chin onto her hand.

“Calum seems to have brought a special lady with him tonight. Don’t think he’s ever done that before.”

Now he had her attention, turning her head to look at Ruby and her husband, chewing on her lip before she asked, “He hasn’t?”

The couple shook their head practically in unison, knowing smiles on their lips, “He must really care about you.”

It took her off guard when Calum came back, setting down waters for them. Sipping it absentmindedly while their words echoed through her head. If Calum truly had never brought anyone there before her, this place must have been special to him; and what lead him to want to bring her there? Her chest was warm with the implication that she, too, could be special to Calum in the same way this place was.

Not much longer later, they made their decision to leave. She had been making her rounds, getting to know the regulars of the area, and them doing the same for her. It didn’t take her very long to be invited back by the regulars, all of them kissing her and Calum’s cheeks before they finally departed.

Arriving back at her apartment, there was a sense of hesitation in the air, neither of them wanting their night to end. It needed to though, if only to let the night continue on and they could venture into the future together.

“Walk me to my door?” She asked, glancing over at him with a hopeful expression in her eyes.

“It would be my pleasure,” He answered honestly, hopping out of the drivers side, quickly making his way to her side to offer his hand to her.

The nerves from earlier returned while they made the short trek upstairs to her apartment. Calum knew before he reached the door that he wanted to kiss her, but the thought of it being the typical awkward first date kiss hurt his chest while it constricted in panic.

He could tell she was nervous too when he saw her fumble with her keys, and it made him breathe a little easier. When they stopped in front of her door, she spun around to face him, stumbling back despite the lack of alcohol either of them drank that night.

“I had an amazing time,” She began, licking her lips when she finally met his eyes. “I’d love to do it again sometime, if you’d like.”

“Trust me, I’d like nothing more.” Oh, so he was back to desperate, that’s good.

“Good, good…” Her words died in her throat when Calum stepped closer to her, bringing his hand up to brush against her cheek. Their eyes seemed to take turns glancing from their lips, back to each others eyes - a wordless request for a kiss. It was just a matter of who would move first.

Calum couldn’t wait any longer, the anticipation enough to kill him, so he closed the gap, capturing her lips in the most breathtaking kiss she had ever received. His lips were so gentle and soft against hers, and she couldn’t help but to tangled her fingers in the front of his shirt, desperate to have him closer.

A long moment later, they pulled apart, both slightly gasping for air and sharing breathless giggles.

“Alright, so I’ll talk to you later then?” Calum teased, his fingers still dancing along her waist, enjoying the feeling of the soft silk under his touch.

“You’d fucking better honestly.”

With that half threat, they shared one more kiss before she slipped inside, pressing her back against the door with her hand against her head. The whole night had been a whirlwind, and it was difficult to believe that it was her real life - every series of events felt movie like, and it was the last thing she expected when she moved to the City of Angels.

Calum had begun the walk back to his car, waiting until he was fully inside before he rested his head against the steering wheel and laughing softly to himself. He had never felt such a strong connection to anyone before, his heart was racing at the fact that maybe he had just met his soulmate.

Taking his phone out of his pocket for the first time that night, he noticed the group chat was blowing up with questions of his date, shaking his head before he sent a simple reply:

[9:54pm]: She’s perfect. I’m gonna marry her.

Once that was sent, he silenced his phone again and headed home, proceeding to write the same words down in his journal with a date, almost as a manifestation of his future.

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Their relationship only blossomed from there - In ways they were completely inseparable, but both knew the times when to step back, letting one another have alone time, or time with their friends.

It made the boys so happy to see their best friend completely and totally in love, excited that he had met someone who matched him on different levels. It was rare to see them argue, and when they did, it was resolved almost as quickly as an issue came up - it was almost then that everyone realized that the two really were meant to be together, knowing how much Calum despised conflict.

At the year and a half mark, Calum began to plan his proposal. Their friends demanded to be in on it, but being in on it revealed the only thing he ever kept from his friends - the one thing that was just for them.

In the end, it was worth showing them if it meant she said yes to him, and the promise of their future together was more set in stone.

When the day of the proposal finally arrived, Calum was a nervous wreck all day - he had to call Andy to help get her out of the house so he could panic in private. Ashton showed up at one point in the day so someone could force him into the shower, so he’d be ready for the night.

Calum lost count of how many times he was told to relax by his friends via text, after his shower Ashton was long since gone, not wanting to be there when she got home in an attempt to not give away the surprise - as if him being there was anything out of the ordinary.

When she arrived back home, she got ready for their typical once a month Saturday night date, still seemingly unaware about what was in store for the night. It put Calum at ease a little, to see her go through her routine of getting ready without the knowledge that he was going to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.

“Ready baby?” She asked softly, smoothing out her skirt, cocking her head to the side while she waited for an answer.

“Yeah, love, let’s go,” Calum smiled, lacing his fingers with hers as they headed out to their destination.

The familiar lights were a welcome sight to Calum, further easing his nerves for the night. It helped knowing that everyone that was there loved them, and only wanting what was best for them. When he wrapped his arm around her waist, she shivered slightly and curled into him.

“We gonna dance, angel?” Calum whispered, his lips lingering near her ear, leading her to the dance floor regardless. His eyes scanned the room, not giving her much time to look around before he pulled her close to him.

Over her head, he saw Luke getting into position behind the mic, smiling at Calum. ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ by Louis Armstrong began to play, Calum continuing to move her to the music with him until Luke began singing.

‘Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore trees

Dream a little dream of me…’

The moment she recognized the familiar voice, she spun around, a bright smile on her face. She started to suspect something was up, especially considering that at any given chance, Calum would never be able to turn down playing with his best friends. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, swaying from side to side as she watched the boys play the song.

As it came to an end, Calum felt her take a deep breath before turning to face him, suspecting what was about to happen.

Calum took his arms from around her, rubbing his hands on his pants to wipe the sweat that was forming, taking the small box from his pocket. “I know you can kind of guess what I’m about to say, you’re too smart for your own good - but at least I managed to keep this a surprise this far. Anyways… Before I met you, I wasn’t quite sure that a soulmate existed out there for me. I watched my friends pair off and meet their amazing significant others, leaving just me usually. But then you came, and my world turned upside down. I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I knew I had to be near you. You simultaneously stole the air from my lungs, but breathed a new life into me I didn’t know I was capable of. I’ve become a better man because of you, and for you. So, I need to ask…” He finally got down on one knee, opening the ring box with tears in his eyes, “Will you marry me?”

She couldn’t contain the tears streaming down her cheeks any longer, nodding fervently as she dipped down to his level to kiss him, nearly knocking him over, “A million times yes. In every universe, in every lifetime, yes.”

She hadn’t realized that all their close friends and family were there, and it caused more tears to flow when she saw them. Never in her life had she felt more loved, and it was all thanks to the beautiful boy who brought her to a jazz bar on the beach.

Despite having a lot of friends and family, they kept their wedding small. They wanted it to be intimate and sweet, and everything about it spoke to who they were as people, and it represented their relationship perfectly. Growing up, she never had brothers, but as she swayed with Michael to the song playing, she couldn’t resist the urge to rest her head on his shoulder and tell him how they’re all the brothers she’s always wanted.

Later in the night, the newly wedded couple decided to exchange gifts. Hers was a set of shadow boxes, with pressed and dried flowers from their first date that she had kept for the now almost three years. His gift to her was a simple frame, but in it was the paper he wrote after their first date.

“Baby, this isn’t the day of our first date.”

“You’re absolutely right, my love, it’s the day I realized I wanted to marry you.”

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skylar102 · 4 years

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Okay, SO. Prompt(???): a continuation of the soulmate prompt, seeing the reaction of Magnus and Alec, and possibly responses from the rest of the downworld during the meeting? ONLY IF YOU WANT, it was just so wonderful. ~ 💕💕💕

Ask and ye shall recieve! A continuation of the soulmate prompt <3 I hope you like :D

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“Wait,” Maia says breaking the silence. “So you’re telling me you two have been talking for months and never realized that you guys were each other’s soulmate?”

“I have been trying to get them to meet since I saw Alec’s eyes,” Raphael comments.

“It has been very amusing watching you two correspond with each other without ever meeting,” Meliorn adds.

Alec ignores the jests towards them, his eyes stay on Magnus just as Magnus' stay on him. Alec had always wondered when or where he would meet his soulmate, if he would like them or if it would be platonic.

He never thought it would be the man who he had been talking to for months and already had slight feelings for. Though those feelings have increased tenfold knowing that Magnus was his soulmate. His heart is beating like a jackhammer as he takes in Magnus.

"You know what, I am feeling kinda hungry and I know a great place to eat," Maia says, getting up from the table. It's obvious that this cabinet meeting isn't going to happen.

"They better have a decent list of blood types," Raphael grumbles as he too stands.

The scraping of chairs against the marbled floor snaps Alec out of the staring contest.

"Wait," Alec rushes out, standing up. "I'm sorry this is rude of me. Please, we can still have this meeting."

"Alexander is right," Magnus agrees. Maia turns and mouths Alexander to Raphael and Meliorn with a smirk. “This revelation can wait until after the meeting is over. We are more than happy to wait.”

Raphael, Maia, and Meliorn snort at the words.

"Guys," Maia laughs. "You just discovered you’re soulmates. There’s no way you two are going to focus at all during this meeting.”

“Maia is right,” Meliorn says, calling for his guard. “Meeting your soulmate and having your eyes change is a moment that should be discussed in private, sooner rather than later. We can reschedule this meeting for another time.”

“I’m free next Wednesday,” Raphael comments as the trio walk towards the door.

“What a coincidence, so am I,” Maia says.

“Then it’s settled,” Meliorn nods. “See you next Wednesday.”

The double doors close behind them as they hear Maia tell the others they owe her fifty dollars.

Silence fills the room as Magnus and Alec stand there flabbergasted. They stare at the door in betrayal at how easily the three let them be.

“I’m going to curse them,” Magnus grumbles. “I can’t believe they had a bet going on and that Raphael participated!”

“Please don’t,” Alec blurts causing Magnus to turn. Alec feels a blush rising on his cheeks, he ducks his head and rubs at the back of his neck. “I mean can you blame them? We’ve been talking for a while and never met or even shared a photo of each other.”

“I think we both had more than valid reasons as to why we were never able to meet,” Magnus justifies. “This is your first year as Head of the Institute and I have been dealing with a rogue warlock and the Spiral Labyrinth. We’ve had a lot on our plate recently.”

Alec sighs and sits back down, rubbing a hand over his face. He looks around at the now empty seats of the round table. He had worked tirelessly for weeks to make sure this was perfect only for him to meet his soulmate.

He hears a scrap of the chair as Magnus sits down in the chair next to him. Magnus doesn’t touch him, but when he looks over he sees Magnus’ hands twitching in his laps. Like he wants to reach out, but doesn’t know if the touch would be welcome.

“Does it make you upset?” Magnus says breaking the silence.

“What?”

“That I’m a warlock.” Magnus looks away and plays with his ear cuff.

“Wha-,” Alec flusters. “Magnus.”

He turns his body towards Magnus, making sure that Magnus is staring at him before he speaks. “There is nothing wrong with you being a warlock. I have known since I was a child and understood what my eye meant that a warlock or a seelie was going to be my soulmate. I accepted it even when I was looked as lesser in the eyes of the Clave.”

Alec lets out a laugh and gestures to the room, the banners that hang from the ceiling, the round table, the similar chairs. He looks back at Magnus with a soft smile.

“Why do you think I started all of this? If that was the way I was being treated for having an eye of a downworlder, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what downworlders go through their entire lives. I wanted to change that, for my soulmate.” He reaches out and clasps Magnus’ hands in his.

“I did it so that when the day came that I met my soulmate, they would see that I am trying to change my people for the better. That I would not look down upon them for something out of their control. I did it so I could have my partner by my side with me at all times and not have them feel uncomfortable in my place of work should they choose to visit me.” Magnus’ eyes have a faint shimmer to them, Alec squeezes his hands between his own.

“You being a warlock is not a problem nor will it ever be one, I promise you that.”

“Alexander,” Magnus whispers out, his voice a bit hoarse. He frees one of his hands to wipe at his eyes, chuckling. “I knew you had a way with words the few times that we spoke on the phone, but that was pure poetry.”

“I am only stating the truth,” Alec smiles. “You deserve to have your soulmate see you as an equal. I knew that me being a Shadowhunter was not going to be an easy thing for my soulmate to accept.”

“Stop,” Magnus says, gripping Alec’s hands. “Don’t think for one second that you being a Shadowhunter changes the way I feel about you. Soulmate or not, the times you have corresponded with me, you have been nothing but kind, caring, and respectful of my thoughts and concerns. Not once did I feel lesser or inadequate when speaking with you.”

“That’s, that’s good,” Alec laughs, his cheeks are starting to hurt with how much he’s smiling. He doesn’t think he’s smiled this much before in his life. “I’m glad I made a great first impression.”

The smile Magnus sends his way is blinding, his heart is beating into overdrive. He ducks his head and looks at their clasped hands.

“So what now?” He asks in the small space between them. Alec hadn’t even noticed that their chairs had scooted closer, their knees now touching.

“Well,” Magnus hums. “Seeing how the cabinet meeting has been rescheduled for a later date, it looks like I am free for the rest of the night. How about dinner?”

Alec shakes his head in laughter before looking up at his soulmate. There’s a soft smile on Magnus’ face and gentleness to his eyes that Alec cannot wait to wake up next to.

“Dinner sounds great.”

They both stand from their chairs. With how close they were sitting, they are now almost chest to chest. Alec takes in Magnus’ cat eyes and doesn’t resist bringing a hand to Magnus’ face, rubbing his thumb under the eye.

“They truly are beautiful,” he whispers.

“As are yours, Alexander.” He lowers Alec’s hand to lace it with his and the pair make their way to the doors. “So, craving anything specific?”

“Anywhere is fine with me,” Alec says. “As long as it’s with you.”

Magnus beams at him as he opens the double doors only for his siblings to fall to the ground. Alec sighs while Magnus doesn’t hold back a laugh as they watch Izzy and Jace scramble to stand back up and fail at trying to come up with a reason as to why they were leaning against the door. Alec would reprimand them for even thinking they could get past the runes he put in place himself, but he’s too busy watching Magnus laugh at his siblings to care. The bright carefree smile on his soulmate’s face has him easily falling more and more for Magnus.

Yeah, he can easily get used to that view.

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daisylincs · 4 years

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WIP Folder Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! ← part of my trick or treat now :D

Thank you so much for the tag, @eowima! You know, I think we should officially update you to the role of clairvoyant or something, lmao, because you won’t believe how well this fits into my ~master plan.~ (I’ll explain in a second, lol.)

But before I start, um... letmeapologiseinadvancefortheshitshowthatisabouttofollow. My WIPs folder is, er, simply put, a mess. Chaos. A nightmare.

I have an explanation!! I’ve always loved fanfiction and fandoms, and I’ve spent many happy years reading other people’s things - but I’ve never actually been inspired to create something myself. I don’t know, I always had tremendous respect for the creators who were already out there, but I never felt the inclination to join them, you know?

Then I started watching AoS this lockdown, and... well, let’s just say that everything changed. For the first time ever, I woke up in the middle of the night and I had a fic idea, one that was demanding to be written down if I ever wanted to sleep a wink again.

And the more I got into the fandom, the more the fic ideas kept coming, until there was a point where I couldn’t read or watch anything without thinking, “ooh, AoS AU!!” So... into the WIPs folder it went. And as you can well imagine, there’s a lot there now. Like, a lot.

Fitzsimmons was the ship that gave me my first fic idea, so of course there’s stuff for them. Then Huntingbird is the ship that actually pulled me completely and wholeheartedly into the fic verse. And then, of course, Staticquake, the ship that actually got me past my but I’m not good enough fears and, er, got me completely obsessed. I am still not over that.

And last but definitely not least - and, actually, you’re to thank for this, Océane, because it’s your fic that got me hooked on these two awkwardorable idiots - my brain decided that, you know what, if I’m going to write now anyway, I want to do Spideychelle.

So that’s the (long) story of me and my chaotic WIPs folder, and now with no further ado, I’m going to jump right in and give you a list of titles. *coughs* I am, however, going to put a cut here, because... well, you’ll see why. *cringes*

Key:

💜 - Staticquake

💖 - Huntingbird

💚 - Fitzsimmons

🍋 - Dekesy

💗 - Pipsy

🤍 - Dousy

💕 - Skimmons

🧡 - Quakerider

💞 - Simmorse

🤎 - Mackelena

💙 - Platonic/Family Centric

❤️ - Spideychelle

💘 - Clintasha

* - a series

(Ones with two or more hearts mean that all these ships feature prominently.)

The List:

💜. A Hero’s Reward

💜. and i risk it all for this life we share

💜. Angsty Post-Hive Recovery Fic

💜. barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song

💜. Best Friends But She’s In A Bad Relationship AU

💜. Bittersweet What-If Fic

💜. Blow Us All Away*

💜. Childhood Friends Fic

💜. darling just dive right in

💜. darling just kiss me slow

💜. don’t ask me where i’ve been, or what i’m gonna do (just know that i’m here with you)

💜. every day in between

💜. Fairytale (Sleeping Beauty) AU

💜. Fake Dating Partyfic

💜. Flower Shop AU

💜. good old shake ‘n bake

💜. Grieving Fic

💜. High School AU Idea

💜. Hive Toilet Fic

💜. Hospital Fluff & Flirting AU

💜. Hotel Room AU

💜. i live for you (soulmates AU)

💜. i never knew you were the someone waiting for me

💜. i’ll find my way through night and day

💜. just let your heart be free (you’ve got a friend in me)

💜. lights will guide you home

💜. Mission/Partners Fic

💜. Modern Royalty Fic

💜. Musical (West Side Story) AU

💜. Not That Girl Anymore

💜. PDA

💜. Pitch Perfect AU

💜. Post-Hive Pregnancy Fic

💜. put that body on me

💜. Rain Fic

💜. Red Thread

💜. Regency AU: Marriage of Convenience

💜. Regency AU: Arranged Marriage

💜. remember that with every piece of you

💜. Rom-Com AU

💜. Royalty Shenanigans Fic

💜. S3 AU - Daisy, Inhuman Leader

💜. S3 AU - Lincoln With SHIELD All Along

💜. Shake ‘n Bake: A YouTube Romance

💜. Skaters AU

💜. Sky’s the Limit*

💜. Snowed In Fic

💜. so baby i’m alright, with just a kiss goodnight

💜. some dreams do come true

💜. Soul Realm

💜. Soulmark AU

💜. Stardust AU

💜. Stranded-Somewhere-Cold Ficlet

💜. The Daughter of Thunder and Lightning

💜. the earth shook and the sky flashed

💜. took my heart upon a one-way trip

💜. TV Show AU

💜. Ward-Confrontation AU

💜. Watching Hamilton AU

💜. What-Ifs*

💜. you’d be the one i was meant to find

💜💙. Lincoln & The Team Bonding Fic

💜💙. MayLincoln Friendship Fic

💜💙. The Secret Warriors

💚. Academy Era Rom-Com

💚. Ah Crap My Ex Just Walked In AU

💚. Alya Fluff and First Words Fic

💚. Angsty Hair ficlet

💚. Cute Family Zoo Prompt

💚. lunch break

💚. Second Child Fluff and First Words Fic

💚. Soulmate AU

💚. The Perfect Fairytale*

💚. The Team Ships It

💚💜. Fluffy Best Friends Idea

💚💜. ooh, la la la*

💚💙. AoS Frozen AU

💚💙. FitzsimmonsSparks Fic

💚💙. Us Against The World

💚💜💙. AoS Harry Potter AU

💖. Al Birthday Fic

💖. always the same pattern, love

💖. blonde

💖. meet me half-way

💖. rollercoaster

💖. Soulmate AU

💖. The Blue Door (Notting Hill AU)

💖. the ride

💖. when did it all fall to pieces (can’t we build it back)

💚💖. Best Friends’ Wedding AU

💚💖. The Holiday AU

💚💜💖💙. No Hive AU

💚💜💖💙. Post-3x10 Who Owes Who Fic

🍋. Angst/Introspection Fic

🍋. Beach Fic

🍋. Coffee Shop AU

🍋. Concert Canon Divergence Fic

🍋. Drunk Kiss Fic

🍋. Mission Kiss Canon Divergence Fic

🍋. Singers AU

💚🍋. Fluff and Teasing Fic

💚🍋. (Not A) Double Date

💗. ’cause you’re out of this world

💗. Coffee Shop/Baristas AU

💗. High School AU/Sleepover Fic

💗. Walls Come Down Fic

🤍. Affectionate Arguments/Take Care Of Yourself Fic

🤍. Danny Boy & Quake*

🤍. getting to know you, getting to know all about you

🤍. T Birthday Fic

🤍💚. Teasing/Introspection Fic

💞. Birdie Birthday Fic

💞. Bodyguard AU

💞. Roommates/Best Friends AU

💞. you’re just my cup of tea

🧡. Abby Birthday Fic

🧡. it’s a better place since you came along

🧡. Reluctantly Perfect

🧡. Scarlet Birthday Fic

🧡💚. well that works

💕. Coming Out Fic

💕. S1 Crush Fic

💕. you’ll be my lady

🤎. Childhood Best Friends AU

🤎. Church Camp AU

🤎. Giorgia Birthday Fic

🤎. Soulmates AU

🤎. then through the shadows, your light appears

💚💜💖🤎. Shippy Team Mistletoe Fic

💚💜💖🤎. Shippy Team Snowfic

💚💜💖🤎💙. Soft Family Fic from Chloe Interview

❤️. Ah Crap My Ex Just Walked In AU

❤️. Arranged Marriage AU

❤️. cute clueless moron

❤️. Cute, Dorky Friendship Idea

❤️. Fake Dating Friends to Lovers

❤️. Media Nonsense Fic

❤️. Michelle Jones, Agent of SHIELD

❤️. Michelle Jones, Inhuman

❤️. Océane Birthday Fic

❤️. oh, when you kiss me

❤️. Secret Santa Fic

❤️. Secret Santa Thank-You Ficlet

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 5 - Roommates AU

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 6 - Enemies to Lovers

❤️. Spideychelle Week Day 7 - Only One Bed

❤️. Teach Me To Fight, Parker

❤️💚. heads on a science apart

💘. Bobbi Birthday Fic

💘. 5 Times The Avengers Played Matchmaker, and 1 Time It Worked (Sort Of)

💘. Jade Arrow

💘. Natalia

💘. Roommates AU

💙. all the stars in the skye

💙. blue-eyed

💙. FitzDaisy Recovery Fic

💙. Happy Family Holiday Fic

💙. JemmaDaisy Friendship Fic

💙. see the line where the skye meets the sea

💙. Soft-Fluffy Philindaisy Tickle Fic

💙.untitled angst war fic

💜🤍💗🍋🧡💕💙. day’s eye

(and that’s not even it. I haven’t even made documents for all the birthday fics. *crawls into a hole to die*)

So yeah, I’m completely insane and I’m probably going to be here for the next ten years trying to write all this lot and also I tag @ohwriteiforgot, @aleksandrachaev, @everythingirl44, @que-mint-tea, @anxiouslynumbme, @springmagpies, @besidemethewholedamntime, @infinitestarsintheskye, @libbyweasley, @a-biochemist-not-a-bird, @nazezdha321, @sadtunes and @here-for-huntingbird, if any of you guys want to do this!

#wip folder game #wips #*goes and dies in a hole*#now; my friends; you see i really wasn't exaggerating when i said two hundred wips #alksjflkdsjfldskjfldsklkjfa #*s2 daisy voice* there is something very wrong with me

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holyhikari · 4 years

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Okay. Okay. It’s 2020, most of the world is shut down and the first episode of Digimon Adventure aired yesterday, missing a ‘Butter-Fly’ and with a colon to spare. Life sure is something.

Gotta say I’m relieved. (For now, at least.) Sure, yeah, I got into the hype train for the reboot from the get-go and determined to just have fun, but. If I can picture all the ways something can go wrong — go BORING — down to excruciating details right from the first episode, why not? That’s what brains are for. So that’s what I did.

Should have saved all that energy.

I want to share with all of you my thoughts on this episode, break it down a little bit; how it made me feel, the few character introductions we got, the pace, the plot and its possibilities.

As much as I want to approach this series keeping the idea of authenticity in mind, it is a reboot. They chose a certain set of (popular!) pre-existent characters to explore, to work with; a balance between creating and adapting. And I’m very interested in seeing how they’ll combine the core elements of Digimon Adventure with all there is unique to this generation of kids, teens and, you know it, adults who stuck around.

Since all we’ve got is the introduction to the series, I’ll be contrasting TOKYO DIGITAL CRISIS to how the original Adventure kicked off back in 1999 with ADRIFT? THE ISLAND OF ADVENTURE!

I did try to keep this as coherent and review-like as possible, but there’s a fair amount of fan-girling and it’s all seen through my very biased Adventure-stan-colored lens. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

‘99 starts with an image of our planet, and ‘20 starts almost the same. This time, though, we can see we aren’t alone. ‘The Digital World affecting the Earth’ is something that happens, I believe, in every Digimon reincarnation. In ‘99, it’s deeply affecting our climate. Now, the issue doesn’t seem so drastic that it’s able to reach influence organic matter and mess up many Nature’s cycles across the globe, but it’s still not looking so good for our kids. (It’s the first episode and Hikari and Yuuko almost get train-sandwiched, but I suppose that almost having your head chopped off, courtesy of Kuwagamon, isn’t lovely either.)

Anyway.

I think this Digital World/Network shot isn’t actually part of the episode? I think it’s part of the opening (I mean, not the OP sequence with the song, obviously), and that we’ll be seeing it before each episode starts. Still, it’s an interesting juxtaposition, isn’t it?

A Glorious World is upon us! I wasn’t actually expecting Butter-Fly or anything similar to it, don’t worry. I’m glad the new OP is its own thing! I want Digimon Adventure ‘20 to be as authentic as possible without losing the original’s heart. The song is nice enough. I don’t want to compare it to Butter-Fly, but I’m only human. Give me a few episodes. Gotta let go.

The OP has way more Taichi than the others. No surprise there. He’s our goggle boy. (Still, since they went for a quick throwback to the original opening, it’s a shame only Taichi was shown falling down towards the Digital World).

Everyone got a part, though. Shout out to Takeru and Hikari for being yet again the ominous, powerful baby-faced duo that is definitely up to something.

It’s so interesting that, while the other crests are shown very clearly and surrounded by sparkles, Light and Hope are only shown briefly shining in their partners’ shadows. Why is Takeru so far away from us, why is this so sinister-looking. Hi, mysterious plot. Nice to meet you.

Wherever Hikari is by the end of the OP, it reminds me of Vamdemon’s castle. Maybe she feels connected to Tailmon and follows her somehow? Angemon wasn’t shown in the OP with the older six children’s partners, just Patamon. I wonder if they’ll try to make us grieve for Angemon a second time. It’d work with me. Either way, I imagine we’re in for another last-minute Patamon evolution when everything looks hopeless.

This time, though, we’ve got Hikari from the beginning (yes, I am VERY excited about this, thank you for asking, THIS IS WHAT I DESERVE), and, while I think Patamon is more powerful in regular conditions (as in, Angemon can probably take Angewomon in a fight despite the level imbalance, but as soon as Hikari starts glowing you know who’s winning), he will now be sharing the spotlight with another Archangel evolution… as his friend or as his foe, considering that Tailmon might be a double agent of some sorts in the beginning. Welp.

Anyway. Toei isn’t fooling around, in the OP we can see MetalGreymon in a very scary-looking, glitchy fashion that I’m LIVING for, WarGreymon’s silhouette and, good grief, there’s even a glimpse of Omegamon. Talk about too much information. Maybe chill out a little? (I say this, but the adults already know all of their evos, and the kids just want MOOOOOOORE monstahhhhhrrrrrrsss….which is fair.)

MetalGreymon looks dope here. The others, though, are only shown up to their Adult evolution, even Gabumon. I don’t think they will have only Gabumon and Agumon reaching their Mega forms, and then fusing into Omegamon while everyone else only gets as far as Perfect. Again.

They wouldn’t do this to us. Right? Yeah, they would. Maybe we can have Holydramon/Ophanimon and Seraphimon later on, as a treat. Aaaaaand, depending on how many episodes — how many seasons — this new timeline gets, I’m not giving up hope just yet. Let me have Phoenixmon, Toei, you heartless thing.

Moving on to the actual episode… The first non-Digimon character to show up is the true protagonist. Our queen is back. Our little Digivice thief, Miko herself.

Just you wait, you ain’t gonna be Hikari’s favorite cat-like creature for long.

Speaking of Hikari, LOOK AT THIS WITTLE BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2020 Taichi right off the bat was Taichi for me. He’s talking to Yuuko and yells “Hikariii~” so loudly Hikari hears it from where she stands, the short cutie. Their mom just hands down the phone for her without missing a beat so Taichi can comfort her through whatever she’s worrying about (her summer classes, probably). Such a sweet, natural little moment that flashes both characters out. I want more of that, please.

We’re then introduced to Koushiro! I’m not gonna lie, I cringed the first time I heard him speak. I thought the voice didn’t fit him very well. This impression faded quickly enough, though, and I’m already attached to his new voice. Later, I realized that part of the reason he sounded off to me was because of how nervous he seemed — around Taichi, of all people! In this version, they’re just meeting for the first time, so it’s very in-character for him. Guess I was kinda shocked seeing Koushiro not feeling at ease talking to Taichi. Poor thing is Anxious! And he’s overthinking about Summer Camp! And he’s happy Taichi is his neighbor! That certainly would’ve helped during the Vandemon arc back in ‘99.

Koushiro gets a little bit over his awkwardness upon hearing the news regarding the cyber attack, something he’s curious about, and finally steps towards Taichi instead of away, which is spot on. These two fall into an easy camaraderie, as they SHOULD, and they head to the train station together, where Taichi decides to, I don’t know… run like crazy on the tracks until he gets to the rogue train where his family is and stop it with sheer force of will? Yeah! Sounds like him!

And now to one of the most interesting parts of this adaption, is that they’re showing us the Crests early on and HOW they’re doing it.

Taichi is able to meet Koromon because he’s being brave.

I mean, the first time, he was chosen because of his courage, too, but they all go in together. They’re taken. They’re washed off the Earth. And while Taichi had no idea he was going to be pulled into the Net, he chose to try to save Hikari and his mom (and, a few moments later, he chose to dive in towards Koromon). This time, it feels so much more personal. The screen switched back and forth between the Crest of Courage, Taichi and Hikari, who I believed called his name. The scene worked so well! (Following this pattern, Koushiro gets his Digivice when expressing curiosity, the will to pursue an explanation for what was happening!!!!)

On the other hand, it’s sort of bittersweet they weren’t pulled in together. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they didn’t try to introduce all of them AND the Digital World at the same time again. But… ‘99 established them as a ‘team’ within seconds. It’s interesting, though. I’m VERY curious to see how their bonding will go this time around!

Taichi and Koromon meeting was beautiful. I was worried the soundtrack wouldn’t even stand a chance against the masterpiece that is the original one, but the musing playing was so delicate, so majestic. I felt I was witnessing a precious moment. Also, Koromon’s ears twisting into how we represent the DNA while he was evolving was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SUCH A GOOD DETAIL!!!!!!

It cracked me up when Koushiro said that what was happening was very surprising while not sounding surprised at all. I wonder how long the kid has been looking into the cyber attacks. Oh, and the Network is pretty. Prettier than I had anticipated, though not that different from Appmon’s style, I think? I can’t wait to get a look at the actual Digital World and see if it has that unique feeling and that odd, watercolor painting aesthetic. I hope I can trust the OP:

Did you notice that Agumon giggled a few times? He looked at Taichi with such love, familiarity and devotion and like he knew something. It felt… right. My heart. My poor, poor heart. (I know this Agumon probably has met Taichi before inside of this very Universe, like the Hikarigaoka incident in the original version, but I like to think about Universe-hopping platonic soulmates.)

Overall the sound work was fantastic, but this scene deserves a highlight. The noise of the Kuramon lookalike moving after evolving was genuinely disturbing. And look at how pretty this is:

Speaking of evolution, AGUMON EVOLVING INTO GREYMON WAS THE SHIT. I loved how straight-up FERAL it was, while still keeping the “Digital” part of “Digital Monster” very much present. It reminded me a bit of Hosoda’s Greymon (most amazing Greymon to this day!) in the Digimon Adventure Movie and, now that I think of it, of him fighting in some Tri. Reunion scenes. Scary Greymon is the best Greymon. Yes. I like it when the Digimon manage to disturb and scare me, okay? They aren’t called monsters for nothing.

I mean we got to see his horn literally bursting out of his skin. This is low-key terrifying. 10/10.

BUT WHERE IS THE EVOLUTION THEME SONG

I am: deceased. Cause of death: Hikari’s soft smile when she realizes her big brother managed to help them.

Alternatively, this first pic had killed me on the spot.

FINALLY, we get to see Yamato, and of course, he’s staring down dramatically at Taichi on top of Garurumon like the intense person he is. And, no big deal, there’s a cyber attack in a U.S military base and, uh, apparently the next episode is the 2020 version of Bokura no War Game?!

I— WHAT?!

No pressure, am I right? I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be falling off a good ol’ cliff with my camping buddies.

To be honest, if they intended to end it like this, it felt like this should’ve been a special episode. Maybe one-hour-long or so? Why……….HOW……….. They wanna go from the pilot straight to a Bokura no War game tribute?! The very movie that introduced Omegamon. I swear, if Omegamon’s debut is the SECOND episode, I’m gonna break. How is this gonna work. Well, at least they have us… intrigued?

The ED is so Yamato-focused it’s almost weird that his voice actor isn’t the one singing lmao. That amount of Yamatoness got me by surprise. Some of the pics look like a PowerPoint presentation of CD cover ideas for his yet-to-exist (or not) band… and I say this lovingly, okay? I love him so much.

This is my favorite one!

I lost count of how many times I listened to this song!! It also got me hooked up. What’s up with Takeru and how the writers took the whole Angel aesthetic to a whole new level?! Is he sick? Is he dying? Is this why Yamato is so sad and lonely throughout the ED?????? EVERYONE GO BEFRIEND HIM. I heard he’s a good friend.

Be right back, I’m gonna tattoo this pic to my face.

Bonus commentary!

I bet I wasn’t the only one looking for random cameos whenever they showed us crowds. Didn’t find anyone we know, but I’m sure this will change. 02 characters cameos, I’m ready for you.

Soooooooooo the Tachikawa own a tech company this time?? For all we know they own Japan. That’s scarier than the Diablomon-like virus giving Trump a headache. If so, Mimi is gonna be way more spoiled than before. Oh, dear.

I HOPE WE SEE MORE OF THESE PIXEL BABIES! That was a perfect Easter egg.

If none of these icons at the bottom is the Digimon Analyzer, then what’s the point of my entire existence?

I can’t wait for next Saturday! Even if solely to yell “WHY??????” at my screen.

I can’t thank you enough if you read this far!

#digimon #digimon adventure psi #psi spoilers #bea with the tea #I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY WRITING THIS AND........ IT'S NOT EVEN GOOD.......... OK #long post

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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More Than Words (Thirty-One)

Apparently 11K word chapters are just a thing I do now? So that’s nice.

Anyway, we see some tooth rotting sweetness and support between our boys, Wade meets the friends and Aunt May, the expected shenanigans ensue.

MASTERLIST HERE

************* “Gwen is the blond one.” Wade helped Peter from the cab and waited for the Omega to pay the driver before finishing, “Nosy, opinionated, would definitely kill someone for you.”

“For us.” Peter pocketed his wallet and steered his mate down the sidewalk towards May’s house. “Once Gwen meets you as my Alpha, she would kill someone for us. Don’t test the theory though, we don’t really want her going to jail.”

“Noted.” Wade dropped a kiss on Peter’s forehead when the Omega entwined their fingers, then lingered when his mate stayed close for an extra minute and soaked up the physical affection. "What’s up, cuddle bug?”

“You know what’s up.” Peter snarked and Wade laughed down at him. “You’re a big strong Alpha and I’m a delicate little Omega. Definitely need to stay close while we walk down this scary street.”

“Yeah, the street is real frightening.” Wade peered over his sunglasses at the wide sidewalks and neatly manicured lawns, the carbon copy homes all lined up in neat rows. “You should definitely let me carry you just in case something terrifying jumps out from behind the rose bush to grab you.”

“I think you should carry me whether there’s something lurking behind the rose bush or not.” Peter hooked his fingers in Wade’s belt loop and rubbed up against the Alpha’s side suggestively. He was feeling needy in a way only his mate could soothe and five minutes before dinner with May wasn’t the time to try and dry hump his Alpha but..... “You know I’m weak for your muscles.”

“You weigh about as much as a sack’a weeds.” The Alpha wasn’t going to miss a chance to hold his mate, so right there in the street he paused and leaned down to rest their foreheads together, one big arm secure at Peter’s waist and the other hand resting at the base of the Omega’s neck. “Don’t need muscles to hold you, Pete.”

“Mmmm, but I like your muscles anyway.” Peter purred encouragingly and Wade promptly gave him a kiss. “How are you doing? You looked halfway to panicked in the cab. Settled down now?”

“I think we should just walk everywhere from now on.” Wade grimaced remembering the ride in an ubber-- oober-- whatever the car service had been called. “Don’t like traffic, don’t like the feeling of going so fast. We almost crashed half a dozen times.”

“The driver was a little reckless.” the Omega traced absent minded circles through the lines on Wade’s forearm. “But it’s not like you could get hurt, my mate. Don’t stress about it.”

“I worry about you getting hurt.” Wade swept his fingers over Peter’s jawline and to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “In Haven I could protect you from everything. Here I don’t know what to protect you from, and definitely not how to protect you. Bothers me.”

“Well I’m always safe when I’m right here.” It was interesting the way their dynamic had shifted after Wade’s break down in the bathroom. Peter had gone from soaking up all the reassurance and love from his mate to being the steady one, the one who eased fears and calmed situations and the shift had happened so naturally that Wade never had time to feel self conscious, and Peter never put any thought into how to adjust.

It was just natural now for the Omega to step closer to his mate and trill his tongue sweetly into Wade’s ear, to flatten his palm over Wade’s bonding spot and rub slow circles until the Alpha leaned into the touch and sighed in relief. In Haven, Wade had dealt with every mood swing and mild panic attack and bout of worry without blinking, without faltering, and Peter loved that he could do the same for his mate now.

“I love you.” he whispered. “And I am always safe with you, I don’t ever worry about that, so you shouldn’t either. I don’t worry now that you’re home with me again.”

“I love you too.” Wade reveled in the comfort from his mate for a moment longer, breathed in the suppressant muted scent of acceptance and adoration, then cleared his throat. “Okay. Back to your friends. Um, Harry’s dad owns some big company that works with the army to make weapons. He’s real nice and protective over you and Mary Jane but sorta out of touch with the real world.”

“The first time Auntie May gave him pizza on a paper plate, I thought he’d actually die.” Peter confirmed. “Never seen a kid look so horrified in my entire life. We love Harry, but he lives in a mansion and got a car worth more than Auntie’s house for his sixteenth birthday. Thoroughly out of touch.”

“Mary Jane is the redhead.” the Alpha followed when Peter started walking again. “Best friends and neighbors since you were six, one of your favorite people in the entire world. Calls you Tiger and will love that I have fangs. She’s the only other Omega in your group.”

“Right. We used to share heats together before we were old enough for Alphas.” Peter skirted a crack in the sidewalk. “Do you remember about Johnny?”

“Blond, obnoxious and gives his kisses away for quarters.” Wade cracked a grin. “Flashy and only half as charming as he thinks but one of the best Alphas in the group.”

“He offered to platonic bond with me after I got out of the hospital.” Peter reminded the Alpha quietly, and Wade tried to smother a snarl. “You need to thank him for that, thank him for trying to take care of me.”

“M’not gonna thank another Alpha for trying to bond with you, Pete.” he immediately objected. “Don’t ask me to do that.”

“Platonic bond.” the Omega emphasized. “Platonic. He was willing to give up the chance to date around and find a real mate so I’d be okay. You need to thank him for that, Alpha to Alpha. There’s not many people out there who would be willing to put their own life on hold to protect someone else.”

“No, there’s not.” Wade set his jaw and pursed his lips as they crossed the street to May’s door. “And no matter what he said then, no Alpha in the world would platonic bond with someone and not expect it to turn romantic at some point. Can’t share all that with an Omega and not need more eventually.”

“Alpha--”

“Pete.” He pulled his mate to a gentle stop and cupped Peter’s chin in his palm. “What you and I have. Can you imagine having this sorta connection but not ever touching? Kissing?” his voice roughed as he thumbed over Peter’s bond mark. “Lettin’ me bite you so you get all soft and sweet for me? Sleeping together and not waking up needy and--”

“Don’t you dare say horny.”

“--and horny--”

“God dammit.”

“-and not being able to do anything about it?” Wade finished. “I know we haven’t really done nothin’ about feeling like that lately, but we’ll get there again and when we do-- I mean, can you imagine waking up every morning and knowing it wasn’t your right to touch me? Kiss me if you want? Hold me down and bite me?”

“No, I’d hate that.” the Omega’s eyes flashed, the suppressants in his system not enough to stop a flush of molten in his scent. “It’s sorta crazy how bad I want to hold you down and bite you. But Johnny is--”

“I’d platonic bond with you if you needed it.” the Alpha cut in. “If you couldn’t handle more cos of the time travel or if our ‘enough’ never made it this far. We’d platonic bond because you’re my mate and the other half’a my soul and I’d settle for just looking at you so long as I could stay close. But it’s less than I want and I’d be miserable every day trying to keep myself from pushing for more. Only thing that would settle me is knowing you’re meant to be mine, being soulmates means the other stuff isn’t as important.”

“But that Alpha isn’t your soulmate.” Wade wanted to growl even suggesting someone else belonged with Peter. “So the offer to bond is cos he loves you and wants more with you. No Alpha would platonic bond with anyone they didn’t want to fully mate. Your friend might’ve been willin’ to do it, but I guarantee he wants more from you and I dunno if I can thank another Alpha for that sorta thing.”

“You think Johnny loves me.” Peter realized with a frown. “Like, really loves me, not just the way the rest of the Alphas love me and MJ both.”

“Did the other Alphas offer a platonic bond?”

“...no.” Peter’s scent flickered towards troubled. “Now I feel bad. He offered and I turned him down so quickly and even though I told him it was because of you, because I was already mated he was so upset at first. Do you think I broke his heart?”

“My mate.” Wade ran his tongue over his fangs as he thought about how to phrase this without sounding like an asshole. “I uh--- I don’t really care if you broke his heart or not. I sorta hope you did just so he knows there’s no contest between us. You’re mine, Omega. Mine. I don’t like him thinking you could ever be his.”

It came out harsher than Wade intended, a flare of jealousy and possession strong enough to break through the suppressants and flash sharp in the air, and Peter turned around to plant a loud kiss on his Alpha’s mouth, linking their left hands so Wade could feel the round edge of the ring he never ever took off.

“Stop that.” he murmured. “I’m yours and Johnny knows full well I will always be yours. The second I told him I was mated, he stopped talking about a bond and wanted to talk about you, wanted to know how we met and where you were and all that sort of thing. Don’t act like a possessive, jealous Alpha around him because of this, okay? Please? You have nothing to worry about from him. I’m yours.”

“Mine.” Hooked teeth dug into Peter’s bottom lip and the Omega squealed over the sting. “Should bite you again just so it’s real obvious.”

“I’m only saying no to that cos If I show up bitten up and bleeding, May will thrash you.” Peter shivered when his mate only bit him harder, and sighed when Wade immediately licked at the marks to soothe them. Damn it, he missed his mate. “Are you going to be nice to Johnny?”

“I’ll be nice.” Wade relented begrudgingly. “Only since it was a good thing he was willing to do for you and only so long as his heart is real fuckin’ broken.”

“--MATE!”

“I’ll be nice!” he finished loudly. “I’ll be nice, Pete! I promise!”

“I mean it.” the Omega smoothed his hands down Wade’s chest to his waist and hugged him close. “This is my family, Wade. My friends. It’s important to me that they know you as my mate, and it's important to me that you know and love them. You’re my entire world, Alpha, but they matter too. This is important. Please be nice.”

“I’ll be nice.” Wade kissed his mate’s knuckles and then his palm. “I will. I know this is important. I’ll play nice.”

“Don’t be nervous either.” Peter added almost as an afterthought. “I know this is a lot today, the car was a lot and meeting my family and dealing with my crazy friends is a lot but you don’t have to worry. Everything will be fine.”

“I’m not nervous.” Wade lied and his mate clicked at him comfortingly. “But I sure won’t hate it when we’re back home and in bed together. Let’s get this over with.”

“Don’t be nervous.” Peter knocked at May’s door. “Everything’s gonna be just--”

“Peter!” the door wrenched open before Peter had even finished knocking, and Wade didn’t have time for half a breath before his mate was yanked right out of his arms and up against another Alpha.

“Wait--!” He started to snarl, but the lady Alpha bared her teeth in an equally fierce snarl and ordered, “Don’t you glare at me, young man. You might think you’re fierce with those fangs and red eyes but I’ve dealt with meaner Alphas in my day, so you don’t scare me one whit. You stand there and you wait for your own hug, do you hear me?”

“Uh, my own hug…?”

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” the Alpha framed Peter’s face in both her hands and pushed their foreheads together, growling in frustration. “If you ever go so long without coming to visit me again, I’ll move you out of that hole in the wall apartment and right back upstairs in this house myself, understood? I tried to give you your space and Lord knows I wasn’t half as nosy and overbearing as I could have been but you cannot worry me like this! I can’t take it! My hair has gone gray!”

“Auntie May.” Peter purred and chirped at the distraught Alpha, looped his arms around her little frame and hugged her close. “Your hair went gray when I was in high school--”

“Peter!”

“-- but I do appreciate you giving me some space.” he leaned in and nuzzled at her and May huffed and fussed a moment more before finally relenting and squeezing him tight. “And I’m sorry for making you worry. I’m okay now though, so you should come here and meet my mate.”

“Your mate.” May bussed another kiss to Peter’s cheek and turned to Wade, hands on her hips and gaze measuring as she looked him over. “You know, I’m half tempted to kick your butt for what you’ve put my boy through.”

“May.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Please? This is Wade and he is my mate so play nice! Why have I had to say that so many times today!”

“I’m playing nice by not biting him.” May announced, but her eyes softened as she approached the big Alpha. “But since you’re family, I suppose I’ll let it go. Also because you’re gorgeous and I can see why my nephew is so smitten. Welcome to the family, darling.”

Thoroughly thrown by the abrupt change in direction from the tiny woman, Wade didn’t do much more than make a surprised noise when he was pulled down into a hug. “You can call me Auntie like all the other kids do, or you can call me May or whatever else you’d like, alright?”

“Um.” Wade put careful arms around May to hold her for a few seconds. “Thank you?”

“Do they hurt terribly? The scars?” she whispered into his ear and Wade hesitated before nodding only once. “Well don’t you worry about how they look. None of Peter’s friends care about looks and your mate is staring at you as if you’ve hung the moon. Don’t be nervous.”

This time Wade’s muttered thank you was entirely sincere, and May patted at his arm gently before letting go.

“Well then!” She brightened immediately as they parted. “Peter, I’ve got to get a few more things set out before your friends arrive, why don’t you show your mate around the house? I haven’t hardly touched your room, you know. I’m sure there’s still loads of embarrassing pictures up there to show off!”

“Wonderful.” Peter scrunched his nose at his Aunt, and reached for Wade’s hand again. “C’mon, I’ll show you my old room, let you sit on my bed, all that sort of stuff. I might even show you my underwear drawer.”

“Ooh, underwear drawer? Scandalous.” Wade waggled his eyebrows and May barked a laugh from the kitchen. “Will we need a chaperone, Pete?”

“Yes my Alpha, we will definitely require a chaperone to go up a dozen stairs to my teeny tiny bedroom.” Peter linked their fingers and stood on his toes to kiss his mate gently, then lowered his voice to ask, “How are you doing on the suppressants? Still feeling muffled?”

“I don’t like it.” Wade brushed his knuckles over Peter’s cheek and pressed his thumb to the corner of the Omega’s pretty mouth. “It’s like I’m stuck in a blanket. Didn’t hardly catch your Aunt’s scent and can’t feel a whole lot, but I can still feel you and that’s all I care about, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” Predictably, Peter blushed sweetly pink over the endearment. “That’s all I care about too. So long as you can feel me, we’ll be alright.”

“Come on and show me your room.” The Alpha palmed low over Peter’s rear and pushed him up the stairs in the same motion. “You saw where I lived the last hundred years, c’mere and show me where you grew up.”

“Oh well it’s very interesting.” Peter said blandly, leading his mate up the steep stairs and sweeping his hands out to encompass the beige walls. “Here we have the worlds most narrow hallway where no less than two hundred family pictures ranging from hilariously outdated to cringeworthy school photos.”

Wade grinned as he passed frame after frame of Peter, May and a man who must have been Uncle Ben. The Omega had glasses and a goofy grin in most of the younger pictures, awkwardly shaggy hair and brackets on his teeth in the middle ones and then ridiculously fluffed hair and that gorgeous smile Wade knew so well in the most recent pictures.

“What’s that on your teeth, Pete?” Wade tapped at one where Peter couldn’t have been more than thirteen. “The brackets and pieces? What is that?”

“Braces. Don’t look too long at them, my crooked teeth will burn your eyes.” Peter tugged his mate past the offending picture and down the hall some more. “Puberty was a really terrible time for me. Funky eyes and funky teeth and funky friends. I dunno how any of us survived without dying of shame.”

Wade only vaguely remembered being thirteen, but he crooned sympathetically when his mate covered up a different picture with a muttered, “You’ll never look at me without laughing if you see that one, so just keep on moving and I’ll burn it later.”

The last door at the end of the hall opened into a little bedroom and Peter was sort of shy as he motioned his mate through and onto the bed.

“I never thought I’d have an Alpha on my bed.” he explained in embarrassment when Wade sent him a curious look. “I didn’t share a heat with an Alpha until after I moved out, and May didn’t let Harry or Johnny or Gwen stay in my room when we had sleep overs, we all slept downstairs. It’s weird to have an Alpha--” he gestured lamely. “--I dunno. It feels weird.”

“M’the only Alpha you’ve ever had on your bed?” Wade looked inexplicably pleased with the news. “Really?”

“I told you I didn’t really do relationships before you.” Peter folded his arms and leaned back against his desk, his expression wistful as he looked around the old room. “In fact outside of my group of friends, I didn’t do anything. They dated and messed around with other people, partied and all that sort of thing. I only went to school and came home, when I got the internship at Oscorp I did that all the time, and after Uncle Ben passed and I got into research and reporting, I sort of obsessed about it. No time for dating, no time for Alphas. I was busy all the time and even with my friends I was lonely all the time too. Right up until you, my mate.”

Wade rumbled at him and Peter scrunched his nose teasingly. “You love that, don’t you? That younger me just came home and studied every night instead of going out getting kissed by a bunch of Alphas? You love that you’re basically my first for everything?”

“Feel like if I say ‘yes’ I sound like one of those asshole Alphas that require their mates to be virgins.” Wade snorted. “So m’not gonna say yes, but damn Pete yes I like knowing I’m the only one who gets to see you all naked and horny and savin’ up all those kisses just for me. Makes me wanna howl or something. Stake my claim and beat my chest and--”

“Stop!” Peter laughed out loud at his mate. “You are ridiculous, oh my god. If you beat your chest and howl at my friends I’m going to make you walk back home tonight. Make you clean the kitchen tomorrow. You will not go all gorilla Alpha on my friends without having to make it up to me in some extravagant way.”

“I’d walk all day to get home to you.” the Alpha promised seriously, held out his hand and curled his fingers coaxingly. “Make it up to you in whichever way you want. C’mere Pete. C’mere and let me hold you for a minute. I don’t like thinkin’ about you being lonely growing up here. That makes me sad.”

“It wasn’t all that sad.” Peter’s eyes went very soft as he let the Alpha pull him in close. “I didn’t hardly notice for a while and I had friends and May to keep the worst of it away. It wasn’t really bad until right when I met you, and once I had you nothing else mattered. Soulmate.”

“Soulmate.” the Alpha echoed, his touch damn near reverent at Peter’s sides. “I love you, Pete.”

“I love you too.” Interest warmed low in the Omega’s belly when Wade nuzzled at his stomach, breath warm through the thin shirt and sending butterflies scattering through his core. “Oh Alpha, we should--- we should go back downstairs before everyone else gets here. May probably needs help.”

“Maybe.” Wade hadn’t missed the way Peter’s breath hitched, and his fingers tightened reflexively at his waist. “Orrrrr you could come sit with me and we could figure out other things to do that would be a first for this bed.”

“Wade.” Peter’s faint blush darkened but he didn’t resist Wade pulling him down onto the mattress. “I know we’ve been missing each other lately, but we are absolutely not getting naked upstairs in my Aunt’s house on my old bed. No way.”

“Why not, seems as good a place as any.” The Alpha smooshed a kiss onto Peter’s mouth before he could protest, and Peter made a helpless, hungry little noise when Wade’s hand landed warm and heavy and significantly south of his waist.

“Wade--”

“You call me Alpha, my mate.” Wade rumbled and Peter’s answering whine was both pleading and permission all at once, so the Alpha surged forward to seal their lips together again.

The emotional upheaval of the last month had left little energy for anything other than kisses that settled into languid hugs, the mental strain of Wade adjusting to a new world and Peter adjusting his world to fit them both hadn’t eased enough to allow other, more fun thoughts. Some days it felt like they could pick up right where they left off in Haven, other days it felt like they were starting from square one, and in the middle of it all neither Alpha nor Omega had done anything about the way their bodies yearned and souls ached. Just waking up next to each other took Wade’s breath away, Peter’s entire being shuddered when his mate’s teeth broke skin and spilled blood and they didn’t need anything else.

It was enough.

Or rather it had been enough.

But the last few days after Logan and Clint visited had been calmer, easier, their minds calm and emotions stable and Peter had woken up parched for his mate, Wade was going to bed starving for drops of honeysuckle and lavender on his tongue and now--

--well now wasn’t the time to give in to the muted scent of arousal and want, but Wade was determined to erase the last bit of loneliness from Peter’s eyes, ready to remind the Omega that he would never be alone again, ready to forget where they were and remember his mate. It didn’t take much for Peter to give in past his half hearted protests either, not when the kiss turned long and tongues ventured to slide slick and taste and his core clenched with immediate need just hearing the way his mate growled into his ear.

“I miss you.” the words were weighted, hoarse as if Wade was finally letting himself say what he’d been holding back for weeks. “Miss ya like this, Pete. Feel like m’gonna climb outta my skin to get to you lately. Need you.”

“I need you too.” Peter’s knees automatically parted when Wade’s traced the seam of his jeans up the inside of his thigh. “Oh-h-h- my mate. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“Sorry s’taken me so long to work things out.” Wade sucked in a quick breath when slim fingers dipped under his waistband and then changed direction to shove beneath his shirt and scratch over his abdomen. “Wish I could’a gotten my head screwed on better so we could do this sooner. Feel like I couldn’t handle more than what we had goin’ on and I know I’ve been neglectin’ you, know that’s why you haven’t gone under and hazy for me. Sorry my mate, so sorry.”

“No no, my love.” the Omega went back on the bed with only the barest pressure from his mate, laying onto the pillows and bringing Wade right down against him too. “No.” he whispered into another kiss, and another and another, arched his back and moaned when the Alpha fit between his hips. “No no no I would have waited forever-- would have always waited for you Alpha.”

“Omega.” Wade’s eyes blurred scarlet as the moment twisted hot and breaking, and the Omega whimpered, panted, dragged his nails down Wade’s back and--

“Peter!”

“Pete!”

“Where are you, Omega? Get your butt down here so I can hug it!”

“Auntie May, you look wonderful but where the hell is Peter?”

“--Damn it.” Peter’s head thumped onto the pillow.. “Damn it, that’s my friends. We gotta go down and see them.”

The Alpha swore frustrated and hungry, grip too tight at his mate’s hips and fangs aching with the need to bite, throbbing in his jeans and rocking his hips forward helplessly against every wriggle and push of Peter’s body.

“Shit.” he swore again, gnawed down into his own lip until it split beneath his fangs and healed over again almost immediately. “Pete.”

“I know.” the Omega’s fingers were shaking as they tracked along the lines of Wade’s scalp and gently gently down his neck. “My mate, I know. I-- I-- this is not the place-- I told you not at Auntie May’s--”

“I know.” It was the most difficult thing in the world to ease from Peter’s body and when Peter mewled plaintively, Wade thoroughly considered forgetting about the people waiting downstairs and taking his mate apart right then and there.

“I know.” he finally said though, and with one last bruising kiss at Peter’s mouth, rolled away from the pretty Omega and right off the bed to his feet. “I know, Pete. I know this is important to you, I won’t make you miss it. Shit, I just uh-- just need a minute.”

“Thank you.” Peter wrestled a pillow out from beneath his head and dropped it over his lap, then covered his eyes with his arm so he wouldn’t have to see how badly his Alpha wanted. “Um, but when we go home again do you think we could-- I mean, I know we probably will have lots to talk about but Alpha I think I’m gonna explode if I can’t have you soon.”

“I think you won’t make it through the livin’ room before I get you stuck on my knot, mate.” the Alpha’s voice was low and rough, eyes still heartstoppingly red even as he tried to blink and clear them, and Peter whined, pressing at the pillow over his lap in a vain attempt at relief. “Be a few days before I let you off me, too. I’ve missed you, Pete. Missed my Omega.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Peter could barely breathe, but if they had any chance of surviving the rest of the afternoon he had to put a stop to everything right the hell now. “I um-- I’ll go down before you, okay? Take an extra suppressant dose and give it a few minutes to kick in.”

“Don’t wanna take anymore suppressants.” Wade shook his head and turned his head so he didn’t have to look at the Omega still stretched out on the bed. “Don’t wanna be muffled around you, Pete, specially not when you smell all sweet like this.”

“I know you don’t.” the Omega took in a deep breath and swung unsteady legs over to the floor. “But you don’t want the other Alphas scenting us and knowing what we were doing, right? And if I can scent you like this, it’s going to drive me crazy and make my own suppressants quit working. Please, you gotta take another one to keep me even while we’re here.”

The Alpha set his jaw stubbornly and Peter whispered, “We’ve waited this long, my mate. Through being separated and finding each other again trying to figure out everything else these last few weeks. Another couple hours staying settled won’t kill us. We’ll be home soon, okay? Okay?”

“Okay.” The chance of a kiss getting out of control again was damn high, but Wade took the risk anyway so he could lick the love from his mate’s mouth, lingering at Peter’s lips and threading his fingers into the thick hair to direct the Omega right where he wanted. “We’ll go home soon. Not -- not too soon, though. We can stay as long as you want, Pete. You’re right, this is important.”

“I love you so much.” Peter rubbed their noses together and trilled into Wade’s ear, grateful the Alpha had broken through the month long mental block to touch and kiss like this, more grateful his mate was strong enough and cared enough to keep them from going too far and spoiling the afternoon with his friends. “Thank you. Thank you.”

The Omega escaped out the bedroom door while Wade was throwing back another couple of quick acting suppressants to get his scent under control, and Peter ducked into the bathroom long enough to smooth down his hair and blink the naked need from his eyes before jogging down the stairs to see everyone.

“Pete!” Gwen saw him first and the pretty Alpha shoved a six pack of beer into Johnny’s arms before vaulting over the couch and tackling Peter into a hug. “Oh my god! Where the hell have you been?!”

“Gwen.” Peter pushed his face into her neck and inhaled her muted but still familiar scent. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see me?” Gwen ran her hands through his hair and then down his back to wrap tight around his waist. “Good to see me? Which one of us has been AWOL for a solid month and half at this point? I’ve missed you, Pete! I was so worried! I was getting ready to stage an intervention--”

“--and whoever his Alpha is probably would have torn your face off.” Johnny interrupted Gwen’s rambling and pried the two apart. “Let go and let him breathe, Gwen. Or at least let the rest of us get a hug in.”

“Johnny.” The Omega hesitated only a split second before falling into his friend’s arms, Wade’s words about love and bonding ringing through his ears. “Hey. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Pete.” Johnny lay a gentle kiss on his temple, and touched just there and gone at his throat, asking in a near whisper, “Your mate? You found him?”

“He found me.” Peter confirmed, and Johnny’s smile didn’t seem any less brilliant, any less thrilled so Peter burrowed in closer for a moment longer, sinking into the same comfort he’d known for years. “I can’t wait to introduce the two of you.”

“Heya Tiger.” Harry was on his way over next, but Mary Jane shoved him out of the way and got to Peter first, purring and trilling into his ear when he immediately grabbed her up tight. “Hey hey hey, we’re alright. It’s alright, honey.” she crooned and Peter only hugged her closer. “Oh, Pete. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you.” Peter had been so deliriously happy with Wade he hadn’t thought about how seeing his friends for the first time in a long time would feel, and he was embarrassingly close to tears as he clutched at Mary Jane and breathed in her ginger peach scent. “M’so happy to be back again, MJ.”

“Back from where, love?” she murmured, petting through his hair. “Back from where?”

“Just--” Peter’s lean frame shook with the effort of getting himself back under control. “Just um-- just back to myself. I’m happy to be back to myself.”

“We’re happy you’re back too, Pete.” Harry carefully carefully unwound MJ’s arms from Peter’s shoulders and turned the Omega around into another hug, cuddling Peter up over his heart and nosing over his cheek tenderly. “Worried about you, buddy. Everything okay now? You back and settled?”

“Sure as hell getting there.” Peter didn’t pull away when the Alpha dotted a quick kiss to his brow, and pressed at Harry’s hand happily when the Alpha repeated the motion on his cheek. “I’m so happy to see you guys, Christ. Didn’t realize how much I missed you until right now.”

“Well we’ve got an entire month of catching up to do, so someone toss me a beer and let’s get to reminiscing!” Gwen crowed. “Omega! On my lap! You owe me at least an hours worth of solid cuddles to make up for all my gray hair.”

“I tried to tell him the same thing, and Peter informed me I’ve been gray since he was in high school.” May appeared with a bowl of chips from the kitchen and Johnny hip checked Harry out of the way to grab it first. “Mouthy Omega.”

“Seriously mouthy.” Gwen laughed out loud at May and snagged Peter in for another hug before tumbling back onto the couch with the Omega held close. “C’mon love, tell us everything we’ve missed. Or what changed and why you’re feeling better!”

“Or who the hell you’ve been shacking up with the last few weeks.” Mary Jane chimed in.” Because I dunno if I’m jealous or worried or--”

“MJ if you need an Alpha to shack up with, I’ll send the limo over.” Harry informed the Omega. “You can move right the hell in with me.”

MJ made an interested noise while Johnny protested how he was never invited to shack up with rich people and Gwen crowed about how Harry wishes such pretty Omega wanted to live with him and Peter sank into his friends arms and let himself just enjoy the chaos for a minute.

He had been too busy in Haven to realize how much he’d missed just this, just being with his friends. After Haven Peter had been too miserable to even want to miss his friends and now he was taken aback by how much he ached with wanting their normal back. Life would be different moving forward now, they wouldn’t ever be just a group of single friends hanging out together and it was maybe sad in a bittersweet sort of way that things had changed in their group without any of them even realizing.

That last dinner before Peter had gone to meet Cable had really been a last dinner and now things were never going to be the same.

“Pete?” Wade’s voice cut into the noise and all thoughts of melancholy fled once the Omega wriggled himself off Gwen’s lap and darted towards the stairs.

“Hi again.” Peter’s kiss was maybe a little too enthusiastic, maybe a little too long judging by how Wade huffed in surprise and the room fell silent behind them, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t really care if everyone thought it was weird to see him kissing an Alpha, he only cared about the way his mind and soul settled as soon as Wade’s arms went around him. “How are you?”

“Suppressants kick in?” Wade didn’t take his eyes off the gathered people at the bottom of the steps, and his hand went strong and possessive at Peter’s waist. “Can you scent me?”

“Just barely.” Peter pushed his nose into Wade’s neck and inhaled. “You’re fine, my mate. Come on. Come on and meet my friends.”

There was only shocked silence as Peter led the Alpha down into the living room, only wide eyes and dropped jaws as the group watched Peter tuck into the strange Alpha’s side, apparently perfectly content to nuzzle into the myriad of scars and hold tight to massive hands.

Not even Gwen had anything to say, and Peter smirked a little at the gobsmacked Alpha before clearing his throat and announcing, “Everyone, this is my mate. My Alpha. This is Wade.”

“Wade.” Johnny was the first to move forward with his hand outstretched and a big smile. “Hey, it’s a real pleasure to meet you. I’m Johnny and uh--” his smile stretched even wider when Wade shook his hand easily. “--man, I’m glad to see you around. We were really worried about Pete for a while, good to know you.”

“Good to know you.” Wade repeated, and Peter left a grateful kiss on his mate’s shoulder. “I owe you a thank you for bein’ so willing to look after my mate.”

“You’re welcome.” Johnny crooned over at Peter, who blushed and hugged Wade a little tighter. “He’s a real special Omega, you’re lucky.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Wade left a kiss on Peter’s forehead. “Really though. Pete told me what you were willing to do for him and uh--” he coughed quietly. “Thank you. You’re a good friend, a good Alpha.”

“Oh please, Johnny is a putz and con man.” Gwen’s eyes were very wide as she glanced between Peter and Wade. “I once saw him swindle someone out of a hundred dollars with some bullshit wager. Don’t trust anything he says. I’m Gwen, by the way.”

“You’re Gwen.” Wade tried hard not to laugh at the offended squawk from Johnny, and didn’t look away when the female Alpha tilted her chin up and gave him a searing once over. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot.”

“All terrible, I’m sure.” Gwen’s blue eyes flickered curiously over Wade’s scars and then down to where he was still holding onto Peter. “You can let go of the Omega you know, he won’t fall to pieces if you aren’t touching him.”

“Think I’ll keep just as much a hold on my mate as I see fit.” The other Alpha drawled the words, deceptively lazy and entirely dangerous. “Ain’t that right, Pete?”

“Stop.” Peter said firmly, pointing first at Gwen and then at Wade. “Both of you stop. I won’t have you marking your territory like a couple of knot heads. Gwen? Cut it out.”

“He never lets me have any fun!” Just that quick, Gwen’s shoulders relaxed and she grinned at the pair. “It’s good to know you, Wade and it’s really good to see Peter smiling again. Later I'll bust your balls for taking so long to come around but for now do you want a beer or do you want some of the super secret stuff May doesn’t think we know about?”

“He’ll take a beer.” Peter answered for his mate and Gwen finger gunned at him before meandering to the kitchen to get some more bottles. “MJ, come here and meet my mate.”

“Hi.” Mary Jane was gorgeous, red hair and green eyes and the sort of sweet Omega smile that put even mated Alphas to their knees and Wade was crooning before he ever realized what he was doing, cradling MJ’s dainty hand in his own and letting his eyes melt dark red in full approval as he murmured, “Mary Jane, good to know you.”

“Oh my.” Mary Jane nearly swooned over the noise, over her tiny hand disappearing between both of Wade’s, over the flash of fangs and glint of red eyes and she fanned at herself helplessly. “It’s um-- wow. It’s nice to um--”

“Pretty Omega.” Wade’s voice lowered into a rumble. “How are you?”

“Oh fuck me.” Mary Jane blurted, then clapped a hand over her and blushed bright red as Gwen collapsed screaming in laughter. “Oh I-- I need to um-- Pete! Help me!”

“Why don’t you go sit down?” Peter asked dryly, and mortified to her very soul, MJ extricated her hand from Wade’s grip and ran for the kitchen and the sanctuary of Aunt May.

Except of course, May was laughing as loud as she could as MJ whispered what had happened and Johnny rolled his eyes, “Guess we should go rescue her. Pete, can I get you something to drink?”

“Please.” Peter blew kisses at Johnny and Gwen as they went to console MJ, then elbowed his mate in the ribs and hissed, “Don’t do that! I don’t like that!”

“Don’t do what?” the Alpha looked genuinely perplexed and Peter muttered, “Call her pretty Omega. That’s what you call me, don’t do that with her. I don’t want anyone else blushing over you.”

Wade only waited, a smirk at the corner of his lips and both relief and adoration in his gaze, and finally Peter huffed, “Yes! Okay! I wasn’t prepared to be jealous for someone else thinking you are handsome! Shut up about it!”

He pulled away in exasperation, but the Alpha snatched him right back up and crushed a kiss to his mate’s mouth, not letting up until Peter was melting and soft and trembling a little against Wade’s body.

“Baby boy.” he rumbled and Peter clutched at him tighter. “M’only yours.”

“Damn right you’re only mine.” The Omega whispered back. “No more calling other Omega’s pretty, no matter how ridiculous their reaction is.”

“Never again.” Wade tapped pointedly at the raised bite marks over Peter’s bonding spot. “Yours, sweetheart.”

“Mine.” Peter let his head fall back, fully trusting his mate to catch him before twinging his neck. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” the Alpha smoothed over the bonding spot one more time. “Go see if your Aunt needs help?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” he squeezed at Wade’s head and headed to the kitchen, pausing long enough to poke Harry in the side and order, “Go say hi, stop being a jerk.”

Harry only snorted after the Omega, then folded his arms and squared his shoulders as Wade came down the final few steps to the living room floor. The two Alphas were of similar height though Wade was wider by at least half and his entire being held like coiled danger, while Harry was less intimidating in his sweater vest and artfully combed hair.

But the difference didn’t stop Harry from letting his eyes run red and his voice roll angry as he said, “I’m not your biggest fan, Wade. You let Pete mourn and cry for three full months before you decided to show back up. He nearly died, do you know that? Couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even function and then you showed back up and now none of us have seen him for a month. Doesn’t seem real healthy in my opinion.”

“In your opinion?” Wade asked casually, far too casually for how badly it hurt to hear that Peter had nearly died of grief. “In my opinion, what you think doesn’t really matter to me or my mate.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Harry’s lip curled in a warning snarl. “I’ve known Peter longer than you have, damn near our whole lives. And he can say what he wants about soulmates and you guys being meant to be, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were gone when he needed you most and for some reason, there’s things about you Pete won’t tell us. Things about your relationship he isn’t willing to talk about.”

“Now listen here--” Wade started but the other Alpha cut him off, “And now you’re making moves on Mary Jane too? Seems to me like you aren’t the sort of Alpha that would be good for any of my friends, leastwise Pete whose never so much as dated. And now all the sudden you’re mated and he can’t be without you for more than a few minutes? His mark isn’t even silver, how are we supposed to know your bond is actually--”

“You should be careful tryna say our bond isn’t real.” Wade interrupted, and Harry took an uncomfortable step backwards when he was suddenly staring at blood red eyes and long, curving fangs. “I appreciate you looking out for Pete, and he loves you a lot which is the only reason I’m not tearing out your throat right now.”

“I--I--”

Wade hadn’t even moved, not even a bare inch towards Harry but the smaller Alpha backed up yet again when Wade simply shifted his weight forward. “Pete is my Omega and nobody’s gonna say we aren’t good for each other.” He growled. “I know you think you’re protecting him but that’s my job, I’m his Alpha, I’m his mate and I couldn’t help us being apart for a while but I’m here now and m’not gonna stand for you being suspicious of our bond, got it?”

“Do you love him?” Harry asked bluntly. “Cos Pete’s never loved anyone except for us and I don’t care how big you are, if you’re messing with my friend without loving him I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” Peter came back from the kitchen with a beer in each hand but he stopped and stared between the two Alphas uncertainly when he felt the tension in the room. “Alpha? Harry? Everything okay?”

Neither Alpha answered so Peter handed off the beers to an equally worried May and crossed to his mate, humming soothingly as he set his palm flat against Wade’s heart and murmured, “My love? What is it?”

Harry watched with no small degree of interest and maybe even suspicion as Wade physically couldn't stop himself from responding to the Omega. The red in Wade’s eyes faded to soft hazel, the fangs that were obviously capable of ripping someone apart covered as the Alpha smiled a little. The huge shoulders relaxed, frame curving in protective and sheltering over Peter's smaller self and when Wade put his own hand over Peter's and rumbled something soft and adoring… well the little scene answered all the important questions Harry had about whether or not Wade really loved his friend.

Everything about Peter and his Alpha was so clearly in tune that Harry swallowed back the rest of his demands about where Wade had been for three months and why he was suddenly back, and held up both hands peacefully to tell the Omega, “Everything’s fine, Pete. You know how Alphas can get. But we’re fine.”

“How Alphas can get.” Johnny bumped shoulders with Harry and grinned. “Look at you acting like a knot head about an Omega that has clearly chosen his mate. Cut that out.”

“He was making sure I’m treating you right.” Wade lifted Peter's knuckles to his mouth for a soft kiss, and in the background Mary Jane made a strangled noise and clutched at her chest. “Being a good friend, a good Alpha. No harm.”

“No harm.” Harry repeated, and when Wade looked up the other Alpha nodded shortly to acknowledge the boundary lines drawn.

“Well if we’re all done with that?” May clapped her hands to break the awkwardness in the room. “I’ve been cooking for half the day to make sure I have enough food to feed you all, but since Wade's twice the size of you other bratty Alphas I’m a little worried about running out. Gwen, I suggest you get a plate first after the Omegas so there’s still some food left before the hordes—“ she gestured towards Johnny specifically. “—descend.”

“One time!” Johnny cried mournfully. “One time I eat two pizzas by myself and now she acts like I’ll eat her out of house and home every night! It was one time, May! I had the munchies!”

May only waved him off and the Alpha insisted, “Last year Mary Jane ate an entire chocolate cake and no one blinked! But I can’t live down the night of two pizzas? It was six years ago and I was stoned outta my—“

Harry cleated his throat loudly while Gwen hissed, “Narc!!” And Johnny corrected, “I was a growing boy and needed the calories. That’s what I was, a growing boy.”

“A growing boy who raided my pot stash.” May retorted and Mary Jane squealed with laughter. “I’m onto you, Johnny. Don’t think I’m not. Come and eat now before it gets cold and I really get fussy.”

“God forbid Auntie gets fussy.” Peter teases and the Alpha popped her teeth at him playfully as she shooed everyone into the kitchen for grub.

“My mate?” As soon as the room was clear, Peter turned back to Wade and tugged at his hand anxiously. “What happened with Harry? Are you guys going to be okay? I was so worried about how things would go with Johnny I forgot Harry was definitely going to be protective and probably rude.”

“S’fine, baby.” The Alpha assured him. “M’glad you have friends who care so much about you. Logan would literally leave me hanging off a cliff if a rescue inconvenienced him at all, so this is fine.”

“Logan wouldn't—“ Peter started to object and then stopped. “Yeah okay. You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m here with you, aren't I?” The kiss was gentle and almost chaste, a far cry from the greedy, grasping kisses of earlier. “That’s all I need, Pete. Just you.”

“I feel like I’ve said this a lot today, but good god do I love you.” the Omega bumped their noses together. “Thank you for this. I promise I won’t make you be social for a while, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna hold you to that.” his mate retorted. “One party a month is my social quota and I’ll need at least a month to recoup.”

“Ridiculous Alpha.”

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“I need to know everything.” Once most of food had been eaten by Johnny and conversation in the living room had switched from terribly embarrassing stories of Peter and friends growing up to other matters, Mary Jane snuck away to the kitchen to help the other Omega with dishes and to gossip.

“Pete.” she poked at his side when he didn’t respond. “I need to know everything immediately.”

“What do you mean, everything?” Peter kissed her cheek then went back to drying a plate. “We’ve been sitting in there talking for hours! Wade’s Canadian, his scars are from an event right around the time he presented as an Alpha. We met through a mutual friend Nathan Summers, we scent matched and spent every day together until I took a bad fall and had to be Mede-vac’ed down to Haven Mercy. It took us forever to find each other again because we didn’t really know last names or actual addresses and Nathan Summers helped with that again. Now we’re together and once I go through an actual heat, we’ll officially mate so we’ve got silver marks. There’s nothing else to know, MJ.”

“Don’t give me that shit.” the pretty Omega snorted. “I want the good details, Peter Parker. Tell me right this instant how big that dick is.”

“MARY JANE!” Peter slipped and nearly cut himself on a knife when he wheeled around in shock. “HOW DARE YOU--”

“I’m thinking it’s nine inches and an additional few bits of goodness fully knotted up.” she interrupted and Peter’s mouth clicked shut. “He’s got good thighs and that’s always proportionate so he’s hefty and I refuse to believe wild mountain men Alpha’s are anything less than tree trunk endowed, so actually don’t even bother correcting me if I’m wrong.”

“Mary Jane.”

“I’ve chosen my fantasy and I’m happy with it.”

“Mary Jane.”

“Either give me some goddamn details or leave me alone, Pete. Your choice.”

“Alright, alright.” Peter smiled reluctantly when MJ clapped her hands in theatrical excitement. “Wade is-- he’s huge, okay? I couldn’t hardly walk the day after he knotted me up right.”

“I knew it!” the Omega crowed. “Bigger than our Alphas right?”

“Not even a contest.”

“Gwen will be so jealous!”

“There’s no reason for Gwen to know how big my mate is.” Peter said flatly and MJ cracked up laughing. “But I um--” he bit at his lip shyly and the other Omega’s eyes widened in anticipation. “-- the first time he fit inside me I um-- I--”

“SPILL IT!”

“I came with out anything.” Peter said all in a rush, and Mary Jane did another one of those chest clutches. “He didn’t even have to, you know-- didn’t even have to move. He just got all the way in me and I think I blacked out. Just completely lost my mind right there, he didn’t have to do anything.”

“Jesus, Pete.”

“It was like being heat desperate except it wasn’t heat, it was just him.” the Omega confided. “Just Wade, just my Alpha. My soulmate.”

“Oh, Tiger.” Mary Janes green eyes softened with affection. “Massive dong aside, you really do love him, don’t you?”

“You’ve been spending way too much time with Gwen if you’re talking like that.” Peter flicked water at her. “And yes, I really do love him. More than I thought it was possible to love anyone, especially an Alpha.”

“Is it weird to be so happy with him after thinking you’d never want a mate?” Mary Jane finally took over washing dishes so Peter could keep drying and putting them away. “And you’re actually scent matched? I didn’t think that was a real thing outside of those vintage romance novels.”

“Yeah, I literally got myself one of those Alphas from the cover of those bad romance stories.” The Omega wasn’t one bit ashamed. “Rippling muscles, insanely hot fangs, my scent makes him bat shit crazy and seriously, MJ when my Alpha growls…”

Peter shivered in delight. “It’s unreal. I can’t even explain it. We don’t wear suppressants around each other cos reading each others scent is too amazing. I can tell what he’s thinking all the time, if he’s happy or sad or-- or worried. And Christ, when he wants me I just--”

The sentence failed so Peter just shrugged, helpless and pleased.

“I’m jealous.” Mary Jane informed him. “I can’t believe out of the two of us, you got the most Alpha of any Alpha to ever Alpha ever. He is ridiculously good looking, the muscles are outrageous and he obviously worships the ground you walk on. I’m jealous.”

“Well, that worship goes both ways.” he said matter of factly. “I didn’t know love like this was even possible and now it’s so easy to have with my mate. Half the time I feel like I won’t breathe without him there in the room, other times I think we are so connected I would be able to sense his heart beat from miles away. It’s incredible, MJ. It’s just-- there’s no--”

He made another one of those helpless shrugs. “More than words, that’s what it is. You could hand me a full dictionary and I wouldn’t be able to find a word that describes our bond. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted and a thousand other things I need more than I need air.”

“Jealous.” she sighed again. “And by the way, you scent horny even under your suppressants. Does he just never let you out of bed?”

“I hate that word so much.” Peter pulled a face and grimaced. “And yeah, we pretty much lay in bed together or out on the couch together constantly right now, but we actually haven’t--” he hesitated a little. “-- we actually haven’t been together since we found each other again.”

“How the heck have you stayed off of him, Pete?”

“I think you need to cool it a little bit.” The male Omega huffed at her. “That’s my mate you’re getting all worked up about. Cut it out.”

“I’ll do no such thing.” she retorted primly. “I fully remember a conversation we had about how I’d probably kill someone to have an Alpha with fangs pin me up against a door and bite me and then you just show up with one? Oh no, Peter Parker, I will be as worked up as I want.”

“Slutty Omega.”

“Well someone should be slutty about him!” MJ laughed again when Peter finally relented and smiled. “Seriously, how are you not jumping him right now. It’s been a month! And before that you were separated for like three months! Get some, Pete!”

“We came pretty close to definitely defiling my childhood bedroom earlier.” Peter admitted. “But we’ve had so much to figure out and catch up on these last few weeks that I guess sex just sorta.. Just sorta didn’t matter. And you know it never really mattered to me, anyway. He’s the first Alpha I’ve ever looked at outside of heat and wanted, you know? But just holding each other has been enough, just being back together after thinking we’d never see each other again.”

“Uh-huh.” Mary Jane didn’t sound impressed. “That’s nice. So when are you going to do the deed. I need recent details and I need them quickly. Is your Alpha um-- textured?-- all over his body or just above waist or--”

“I’m done talking to you.” Peter snapped at her butt with a towel and then tossed it away. “In fact I think I’m done with this whole party. It’s been good to see everyone but you’re right, I haven’t been laid in a month and that’s an actual travesty. Get out of the way.”

“Go get some, Tiger.” MJ lay a sweet kiss on his lips and purred when he immediately kissed her back. “I’m really happy for you. Honestly. Dick jokes aside--”

“---seriously, stop hanging out with Gwen.”

“-- I’m happy you’re back to smiling, okay?” she kissed him one more time. “Call me later this week and we can have coffee?”

“I’ll call you.” he promised, and on his way out the door he stopped to kiss May and promised, “I’ll call you too, Auntie. We’re over due for a talk I think.”

“The only talk we need to have is whether or not you two will be giving me grandkids!” she called to Peter’s retreating back and Mary Jane started laughing again. “I want six! Peter! I want SIX!”

“What’s May hollering about?” Harry intercepted Peter on the way into the living room. “By the way, you might need to rescue your mate. Gwen and Johnny have been talking sports for the last fifteen minutes and Wade’s starting to look a little glassy eyed. Go save him before Gwen starts talking about how the Miracle on Ice was just propaganda and not actually a technical miracle.”

“Oh god, has she gotten back into hockey again?”

“Weirdly obsessed with it, yeah.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Peter blew the Alpha a kiss and went to rescue his mate from an increasingly heated discussion about the merits of hockey versus soccer. “Gwen, Johnny, lay off the crazy talk. It’s time for me and my Alpha to go home.”

“No no no, wait!” Gwen shook her head at him, waving her arms wildly. “I refuse to believe your mate is Canadian and has never heard of the Miracle on Ice! I refuse to believe it! Wade, how are you a damn Maple Leaf and don’t support the sport? That doesn’t even make any--”

“Gwen!” Peter growled, low pitched and damn near a snarl and the noise was so unexpected from the Omega that both Gwen and Johnny shut up immediately, eyes wide and mouths falling open in shock.

“...Pete?” Wade’s eyes jolted red when he heard his mate’s little growl, his entire body tightening in anticipation. “You okay?”

“Take me home, my mate.” Peter let his growl taper off into a coaxing purr, holding out his hand for the Alpha and opening up the line of his throat as a blatant invitation. “Please.”

“My mate.” Wade’s growl was much deeper than Peter’s had been, halfway to subsonic and vibrating through the floor as he licked over his fangs. “Home. Yes. Now.”

******************

It was Johnny who broke the stunned and almost uncomfortable silence after the mated pair had all but run from the house, Peter calling a car and shouting for the driver to hurry up, Wade unable to stop growling and grabbing at the Omega tight.

Harry was speechless and maybe even icked out by the display, Gwen kept clearing her throat and shuffling her feet because the surge of needy Omega scent still lingered in the room behind Peter, Mary Jane and May in the kitchen doorway sharing surprised looks and speculative glances.

So it was Johnny who coughed once, twice, and decided out loud, “So. Not gonna see them for a while, right? I’ve got twenty bucks that says it will be a full week before Peter even thinks to text one of us to let us know he’s still in one piece. Any takers?”

“Yep.”

“Here.”

“Count me in.”

“You should be ashamed of yourselves.” May sniffed. “Betting on how long it will take for a newly bonded pair to leave each other’s side. You should be happy for Peter, not complaining and making wagers!”

Harry only looked at the Alpha and May conceded, “It will be no more than three days, not even the randiest mated pairs can last long without food. Ben and I never did, though we sure tried like hell.”

“OH MY GOD!” Gwen shrieked and covered her ears while Johnny shouted about never wanting to hear about old people sex and Harry blushed clear to the roots of his hair, the room dissolving into dramatic groans and horrified gasps.

“Bratty kids.” May waved them off and went back to the kitchen. “Just wait till you’re all mated, then you’ll understand. Sheesh.”

Listening to the background noise with a fond smile-- it was so nice to have a full house again-- May sent a quick text off to Peter.

From Auntie May: SIX grandchildren, Omega. Tell your mate I expect a houseful of baby laughs and tiny feet. Get busy and remember to stop for protein snacks.

From Peter: OH MY GOD AUNTIE STOP

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